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The French were nothing if not gossips. The men loved to say it was the women sitting around getting their hair and nails done ‘for a living’ that talked none stop, but the men were just as bad- worse in Lisette’s opinion. Because of these men, the Frenchwomen knew that something was off about one of the most adored dancers, Peyton. She had been sweet enough to her and her daughters when they first moved to London so to think she was unwell did not sit right with Lisette.
Approaching the building of her apartment, Lisette instructs her security pair to stay outside. When they insist on following, she cuts them a glare that silences them both. There was no further discussion- they remained outside the building. Once up to her door, Lisette knocked while holding a cup carrier of one tea and one coffee as well as balancing a half a dozen assorted donuts, “You didn’t specify, so I came with choices,” she explains with a soft smile.
