The remark caught Clara off guard. “I suppose,” she said carefully. “I mean, yes, she’s attractive. Why?” “Oh, nothing,” Simone said with mock innocence, waving her hand. “It’s just—well—you know how some of the husbands are.
Always finding reasons to be home when the nanny or maid’s around.” Her laugh was light, like she was joking. But her eyes were locked on Clara’s. Clara forced a smile. “Marc’s not like that.” “Of course not,” Simone said quickly, placing a manicured hand on Clara’s arm.