She couldn't quite remember what he looked like. It was the apron and the pearls that stood out the most. And perhaps the absurd hair piece. "You look better than most," Odette responded with honesty. "I wouldn't be surprised if you did." Laurent was certainly special to her in ways that very few others who were not related to her by bonds of blood or siring. And her affection for Helena did not even come close. He simply had an easy charm about him that was different from the broody intensity of Liev and Edward...and even Armand. They had met right before she had sired Edward and after she had left Liev, which had made her the vampiric version of single at the time but he had not been. And Odette would not dream of breaking a happy home up, which...she inevitably had but at least her conscience remained clear. Nevertheless, in another time, another place...Odette made herself stop. Idle thoughts like that led nowhere. And both of them had too much baggage.
Rolling over onto her side so she could place a cheek against Laurent's shoulder, Odette looked at the door to her bedroom. "No, I haven't been since I was turned," she responded. She'd read books, watched films and even kept up on current events, especially when she'd worked in the library but she had never found the courage to go back and see that everything had changed. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist trying to find where her family was buried and trace Anne's lineage to see if she had any living kin but that would be too painful and that part of her had been given up when she left. "I still can't," she admitted before turning the question around. "Have you been home since?" she'd love to hear of the new things. She couldn't be there to see it and have her fears confirmed but Edward had talked about Paris and the lights and everyone practically fell over Cannes and Nice. She liked to hear about it.