I had been looking around the deck when I spotted someone that took my breath away. The funny thing was that I actually knew who it was. It was the trouble maker of the Broussard Manor. I had been traveling in France when I ran into her. I didn't know who she was at the time. She refused to tell me her name and to this day I still don't know it.
She had snuck away from her family to see the otherside of town where the lower class members had been having some kind of celebration. I don't recall what it was about but it was quite a party. I had saved her from some of the more desparte lower class members who could see that she had money. That was about two years ago but man how she had blossomed.
She stood next to two other people. A man and a woman who glanced over at me. He said something to her and she slapped his arm. Then the woman turned to Madame Broussard who nodded in my direction.
She turned and looked just as surprised as I was too see her. She said something to the couple before aproaching me. When she got closer she smiled at me shaking her head.
"Branson Wolf." she said with a laugh "Never thought I'd see you again."
"Nor I you." I said folding my arms. "Do I get you hear your name this time or is it just Madame Broussard?" She gave me a funny look before replying.
"Jaqueline." I said trying to say it with her french accent. "That's a big name. How about I call you Jackie?" She looked as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Jackie it is then."