Ava heard a woman’s voice down the corridor and quickly shut off her phone to avoid being seen. The woman was arguing in French with someone, and a sultry man’s voice responded silkily, apparently undisturbed by her tone. A glimmer of candlelight came from around a corner up ahead, so Ava approached it carefully and peered around the edge.
Less than ten feet away, a tall, greasy-looking man stared down at a woman who was clearly telling him off. He wore a coat with tails and a high collar; she, a dress fitted at the waist with a bustled skirt and poufed sleeves. They looked like they might have been shooting a period film. She spat something at him in French, but he still seemed unperturbed. He reached to tuck her hair behind her ear tenderly, at which point she slapped his wrist away in fury. He then grabbed her wrist and wrenched her so fiercely that Ava involuntarily let out an audible gasp.
She cursed her foolishness as she watched the sound of her shock echo towards the couple--and twist their faces curiously in her direction.