Evie sat frozen, completely stunned by the sudden gesture. She quickly withdrew her hand from his grasp in discomfort, then offered him a polite, distant smile.
"It's Evie Brown," she replied. "And while I appreciate the compliment, Monsieur, I am a married woman." During her time in France, she had made an effort to learn a few key phrases online that were used in everyday life.
The young man's expression shifted to one of genuine regret. "I am very sorry, Madame," he apologized instantly. "I never imagined a woman as young and beautiful as you would already be married. I hope you do not take offense at my actions."
"No, it's fine," Evie replied softly. She was very glad the man had been polite enough to apologize.
He then inquired, "By the way, my name is Alexander. I am a portrait artist. Do you mind if I capture your likeness in a sketch?"
Evie liked the idea. She was curious to see how an artist would see her, so she nodded slowly. "Sure. Go ahead."
