Guy squeezed her hand back, attempting to reassure her, though he was nervous as well. His reception here was not always as warm as he hoped. The only one unfazed by the impending meeting was Warren. He was too busy peeking through the nearest window to notice the tension. Guy reached for the front door, but it burst open before he grasped the handle. It flung outward seconds before Sabine stepped out with a smile rarely seen by the public. She threw her arms around Guy excitedly. “Mon frère! Je suis si heureux de vous voir!” Guy laughed at his sister. Seeing her so relaxed and carefree was the best part of coming home. She was never so informal away from their family. After kissing each of her cheeks, Guy began the introductions. “Charlotte, this is my sister, Sabine.” Instead of feeling intimidated by his sister’s beauty, like every other girlfriend who had had the occasion to meet Sabine, Charlotte grinned.
