Thérèse remembered very little about the night before, but what she did remember, she wasn't quite sure what to think about. She remembered... wanting to kiss Christopher. She remembered gushing over him. She remembered receiving some lovely comments in return. But other than that, things were somewhat of a blank. But she'd woken up, clothed, in her own bed the next morning, so she was pretty sure what didn't happen.
She still wanted to find him and apologise, though. She was rather sure she'd acted quite inappropriately, so she'd resolved to find him, needing to, for her own sense of decency. So, after her encounter with Charlot, she got redressed in a simple chemise dress, tying her hair back from her face and searching the house. Nothing. Right. Into the grounds.
It took her awhile, but eventually, she located him. At last. He was sitting on a bench, concealed from the view of most, by the lake, and she couldn't help but think he seemed quite melancholy. So she was tentative as she stepped forwards, not wanting to startle him.
"Good morning, Monsieur." She cleared her throat, glancing out at the lake, watching the sunlight reflect off of the water for a moment. "I fear I've been an awful guest... my actions last night were nothing short of inappropriate. I hope you'll forgive me."