After hearing from Corvine that Coco was in France, and that she had already been bought over, Voren felt certain she ought to be heading back to New York by now.
Still, commercial flight schedules being what they were, there remained a real chance she was stuck in Paris a little longer. That possibility opened a door he could not ignore.
He wanted to help with Liah's runway show and, at the same time, pull the information he needed straight from Coco herself. Two birds, one stone. Yet none of it could happen without his wife's blessing.
He leaned closer to Seraphine, voice low and careful so only she could hear. "Coco's a model, and she looks exactly like you." His eyes stayed on hers, searching, waiting to see if the pieces had already clicked into place. "I don't know if you're up for it. You're still feeling weak, aren't you?"
Seraphine had eaten well on the jet, but the exhaustion was already creeping back into her limbs.
