![]() At least she'd claimed the best of it.Ī.J. Margeaux turned back to the vista and snapped a few more shots, but the magical light was already fading. Sherwood-Antonelli crowded onto the bed on either side of Caroline and gaped at the picture. “Let me see,” demanded Pepper Meriweather, as she and A. Michel magazine that had been on the coffee table in their hotel room when they'd checked in earlier that afternoon. ![]() Margeaux turned and glanced through the open balcony doors at her friend, who was sitting on the bed reading the complimentary issue of Folio de St. “If it is, he looks downright dangerous,” The light was perfect, and it would be gone in a moment. From Margeaux's perch on the hotel balcony, she had a breathtaking panoramic view of the landscape. Michel with molten gold was too gorgeous to pass up for the man du jour her friend Caroline Coopersmith was talking aboutâ¦on televisionâ¦or somewhere in their hotel room. ![]() She pressed the shutter release button and the camera snapped a series of rapid shots. It had been years since she'd had a man in her lifeâsignificant or otherwise. “M argeaux, wasn't this guy your boyfriend?”īoyfriend? Margeaux Broussard chewed a piece of cinnamon gum and leaned against the hotel balcony rail, peering through the viewfinder of her camera, focusing on St. ![]()
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