THE BALLERINA SECRET LOVE

THE BALLERINA SECRET LOVE
Part 119's. The Back to NYC


The next day Nora and Kate came home to visit me.


They didn't expect my lover's house in this area.


"I'm surprised to get your girlfriend's house here? Actually not far from my apartment." Matilda brought them to me. Treating me as the hostess, Francoise really did what she said. Consider this your own home.


"You have a rich lover..." Nora nodded her head. "Why do you want to be an agent?" I know they must have asked that. Everyone will ask me why I did something that put my soul at risk when I wasn't an agent. But I have a simple answer to that.


"I can't tell you, half of it is a secret matter." They immediately nodded in understanding.


"of course. Sorry we're curious." Kate is talking now. "But who's your lover?"


Coinciding with that I heard the sound of the door being opened, it seemed like Francoise was back.


"It seems that my beloved is back, I will introduce her to you." Whether they knew him or not was because Francoise knew Lyold Austin.


Francoise knocked on the door and looked at his head at the door.


"Honey, have you eaten?" He must have bought a lot more food. She was afraid that there was no food at home, but Matilda always cooked here.


"Oh there's a guest apparently. Good night." Francoise came in and greeted.


"Civil Francoise? She your lover?" Nora gets up and points at him, Kate sees Franc in disbelief. Do they know each other?


"Yes. Miss Agustin, Miss Milligan." Francoise smiled and greeted them. It turns out they know each other. "Sara is my lover."


"Ohh you know each other." I asked Francoise.


"They're the same party's donors. So we've known each other. At least a few times meeting at party events, they're good daughters supporting their families." Francoise explained it now. So their families are active in politics, no wonder they know each other.


"I didn't expect you to be a playboy's girlfriend." Nora grimaced wide.


"If Maureen knew, bit*ch it must have been very hot." Kate is laughing now.


"Maureen, you mean Maureen Markson who also works at the NYC Ballet?" I know one Maureen name, is this the same one they mean.


"He's had a relationship with you, not Franco?" Nora asked, I know they have a brief relationship. But Maureen was still infatuated with him.


"That was a year ago, we were just friends instead of dating."


"It seems he doesn't think so." Kate returned it.


"I don't care what he thinks. I told you I had a lot of other friends." Francoise answered him casually.


"Klise, 'friends' reason the playboys have so many fans." Kate insinuates her and Francoise laughs.


"You know Maureen was proclaiming Francoise to her, if she knew you were Francoise's lover she'd take out her claws."


"You know your boyfriend helped us."


"Yes I know."


"We will of course support you with Sara alone, rather than supporting the pretentious and pretentious Maureen. No good artist's behavior." I was just grimacing, Maureen's famous pretentious behavior was already her habit.


"Of course we'll support you Sara. If that arrogant woman dares to look for trouble, we will look for trouble with her. I've been sick of that style for a long time."


Maureen Markson is gonna be an obstacle for us too. I once blatantly snatched Francoise from in front of him, he must have been a grudge against me let alone he seemed to be very fond of Francoise.


"I just knew Maureen her dad was a donor at NYC ballet, she must be some kind of billionaire in NY?" I asked Kate.


"He's a construction entrepreneur, yes you know such construction firms need to work closely with the government." Kate apparently knew the outline of their business. Yes, rich man's son, what can be said.


"Whoever he has nothing to do with us Sara." Francoise. I smiled at her, what if her mother preferred her daughter-in-law to be a millionaire princess. What he's gonna do to me.


"Well, Sara, you don't have to think about Maureen."


We chatted a lot, then even Francoise invited them to dinner together. A fun night with new friends.


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