“Oh, this beach is simply gorgeous!” “She says that all the time.”, said a woman’s voice in that very familiar French accent. “Tante Gabrielle! She rushed towards her very chic aunt and hugged her. The older woman’s golden bangles clicking and clacking as she moved. “Oh I missed you, Garnet. And who are these two dashing men?” “Oh, remember Blake?” “Nice to see you again Blake.” The woman eyed him curiously. “Tante Gabrielle, this is Max, my fiancé.” “Hello, Max.” She smiled lightly. “Come in, everyone. Welcome to my home. You can stay here for as long as you want. Keep me company.” “We would love that, Tante Gabrielle.” Blake said and added, “Mmmmm something smells delish.” Tante Gabrielle beamed. “I like you, young man. I am baking some lemon tarts for dessert later.” “Let me show you to your rooms.” They had their lunch at the backyard patio, with the breeze softly wafting. The food was delicious. They had some delicious clam chowder, some baked chicken and potatoes, and a yummy lemon tart.
