"Spoken like a true French woman."
Ashleigh smiled a smile that could only be true, and had to drink some of her wine to calm her nerves. She examined Louis, as his legs were criss-crossed, as now were hers, sitting in front of him. She watched her wine swirl around like a tornado in her cup, before looking into his eyes.
"Louis.." She started, then cleared her throat, her fingertip dancing around the edge of her wine glass. "What do you.." She stopped, and couldn't bring herself to look at him. "What.. I mean.. " She sighed, setting her wine glass next to the wine bottle on the coffee table next to her.
"I guess what I'm trying to say here, is.. what do you... you think of marriage?" She said softly, her eyes finally meeting his, and looked as if he stared to long they might burst.