From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent (Anthea ) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 

Chapter 63 

“Do you speak French?” Baldie queried with a skeptical arch of his brow. “And, do you speak it well?” 

“Yep.” Anthea nodded, and her gaze was steady. 

Baldie’s eyes twinkled with mockery as he continued, “Honesty is a cherished tradition/ 

Luxphinia, and I hope we can keep that tradition alive.” 

If she couldn’t speak it, no big deal. No one would laugh at her. 

Girls like Anthea, so full of pretense, were doomed to stay that way for life. 

Anthea was bewildered. What was Baldie implying? Was he suggesting she was lying? 

She suspected Baldie was fabricating things out of thin air, and she had the evidence. 

“Baldie!” Harriet’s voice echoed from inside. 

“Coming!” Baldie strode back into the house. 

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your distance from her? Why can’t you remember!” Harriet’s tone was far from pleased. 

“We were just saying hi, Mom. You’re reading too much into it!” 

Harriet sighed. 

It wasn’t that she was overthinking things. 

Anthea was too attractive, and Harriet feared Baldie couldn’t control his young, restless heart. 

Harriet spoke with gravity. “Baldie, I’m an open–minded parent and understand kids your age are sensitive. I’m not against you socializing, but remember the old saying that you’re known by the company you keep. Associate with someone like Starr from your class, not Anthea. Have I ever said a word each time you walk home with Starr after school?” 

Starr was the epitome of a rich kid. 

Luxury cars dropped her off and picked her up from school. 

Occasionally, Starr chose to walk home with Baldie on a whim. 

e city. 

Starr was the rich girl from the 

What was Anthea in comparison? 

“Got it,” Baldie nodded. 

Just then, Lauren ran over, panting. “Harriet! Harriet!” 

“What’s going on?” Harriet asked. 

Lauren explained, “Some French came to the C section, and I can’t speak French. What do I 

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do?” 

The rotisserie was well–located. 

Foreigners often came to eat, usually managing with some local language, but occasionally, they encountered those who didn’t speak the local language at all. 

Then, Lauren noticed Baldie beside Harriet and lit up. “Baldie, you’re good at French, right?”