Post-Ceremony Luncheon: Jeanne-Marie, her parents, and Julian
Jeanne-Marie needn't have worried. The Martin's seemed all too ready to approve of Julian, both smiling warmly as he greeted them. They both had Jeanne-Marie's Québécois accent, though for them it was softer, more refined.
"As we are to meet you," Louis answered, shaking Julian's hand. "My wife, Claudine."
Claudine inclined her head. "Jeanne-Marie told us, she had such a nice time at the prom, but she hasn't told us much about you." They both looked at him expectantly.
"Maman," Jeanne-Marie said, a little aghast and not entirely sure where all this was coming from.
"Jeanne-Marie, darling, don't worry, it's fine," she said quietly in French, slipping her arm reassuringly around her daughter's waist. "Please," she said encouragingly to Julian, returning to English.