Francoeur visited Adeline every day. Although he didn't talk, Adeline enjoyed his company. Adeline's strength began to return. She didn't know if it was the medicine the doctors gave her that cured her or Francoeur's visits that cheered her up, but she was glad to have her strength back and be out of the hospital.
Adeline's aunt had started to get less hesitant about the idea of Adeline and Francoeur being friends.
"Merci, Francoeur." she said, "If it weren't for you, I don't think Adeline would've ever recovered."
Francoeur didn't know how to take such a compliment, but he was more than glad that Adeline had recovered.
It was the day of Emile and Maud's wedding. Lucille, Raoul, and Francoeur were the guests of honor.
When Maud threw the bouquet out to the crowd of unmarried women, she threw it too far and Francoeur caught it by accident.
"Francoeur, you caught the bouquet!" said Lucille, "That means you're next in line to get married."
Francoeur blushed.
"As if anyone would want to marry a giant flea!" said one of the women.
"Don't listen to them, Francoeur; they're just jealous." said Lucille.
Francoeur threw the bouquet back to the women and stormed off as they were fighting over the bouquet. Lucille ran after Francoeur and grabbed his hand.
"Francoeur, do you remember what your name means? Honest Heart. And that's what you have. Those women don't see how special you are."
Francoeur sighed.
"Adeline is able to see it."
Francoeur perked up. Adeline? She couldn't possibly... could she? Francoeur's head began to spin. It's true that he had certain thoughts and feelings for Adeline, but that didn't mean it was love, did it?
