"But... the Imperial Concubine..." she stammered, feigning concern for Ashley Bowen.
Yuri Sinclair draped an arm familiarly over her shoulder. "She doesn't want to go shopping," he said with a smile. "We'll go."
The pair left, leaving Ashley Bowen standing there alone. Sean glanced at her and asked, "Imperial Concubine, do you have any plans for the rest of the day? I can make the arrangements for you."
'What plans could I have? I don't know this place or anyone in it.'
'And another thing, wasn't that woman hired to be my translator? When did she become his personal escort?'
She scoffed. This trip to Gallia was turning out to be a complete disaster.
Naturally, her afternoon was miserable. She couldn't use the computer, and watching TV was like taking a sedative.
She went to sit on a bench outside and bask in the sun. Before long, she started to feel languid, and a wave of drowsiness washed over her.
She practically slept the entire day away!
