(Yeah, I like having a picture to use for inspiration for, a character or a house or whatever. I have to visualize it.)
She blushed. "Um… thank you."
(Understandable)
Lance parked in the long driveway and got out of the car.
Milly got out too, and Fleur did last. The front door of the house opened, and a woman walked quickly towards them. Fleur waved. "Salut, Maman! (Hello, Mom!)" She turned to Milly and Lance. "This is my mother."
"Fleur! Fleur!" her mother called, hurrying through the driveway. She began to speak in rapid-fire French to her daughter. "Qu'est-ce que tu fais à la maison si tard? J'avais besoin de toi il y a une demi-heure pour le photographe! Et qui sont ces américains? (What are you doing home so late? I needed you half an hour ago for the photographer! And who are these Americans?)"
"Maman! Ce sont mes amis. Je vais me préparer en ce moment, mais ne les fais pas trop mannequin, (Mom! They're my friends. I'm going to get ready right now but don't make them model too.)" Fleur replied.
"S'ils sont vos amis, alors ils peuvent au moins venir à l'intérieur et regarder s'ils veulent. Ils t'ont conduit ici, n'est-ce pas? Allez! (If they are your friends, then they can at least come inside and watch if they want. They drove you here, didn't they? Come on!)" Fleur's mother stated, turning and heading back into the house.
Fleur turned around to face Milly and Lance again. "Uh… why don't you come in?" she said quietly.
(This is Fleur's mom: http://feathersheaven.e.f.f.unblog.fr/files/2012/07/nora.jpg
And this is what she's wearing: https://ksassets.timeincuk.net/wp/uploads/sites/46/2016/05/French-women-6.jpg)
"Photographer, huh? You didn't tell me you were a model!" Lance grinned, understanding the entire conversation.
Fleur blushed fiercely. "Uh, w-well…"
"You're a model?!" Milly cried. "Why didn't you tell us?"
Fleur tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Haha, nevermind that. Let's go inside so you can get ready Fleur."
Fleur nodded and walked briskly to the front door.
"You can speak French?" Milly whispered to Lance.
"Yeah, I can. I studied it for five years." He answered back gazing in awe as they went inside the house.
"Am I the only one here who can't speak French?" Milly grumbled.
Fleur looked over her shoulder and smiled slyly. "Oui."
Milly pointed at her. "That means yes!"
Lance chuckled, "We could always teach you, you know."
"Alright. Who better to teach me than someone who is French?! No offense, Lance," she added quickly.
Fleur laughed.
"Alright. Who better to teach me than someone who is French?! No offense, Lance," she added quickly.
Fleur laughed.
"None taken."
"Fleur! Allez!" her mother called.
