Don't pretend to know me.
shit
I'm glad you were able to get away. It sounds like you're very busy.
You can't even imagine.
I'm sorry about the absinthe party.
We're booked for weeks.
No, it's fine.
That's good news.
Yes.
I missed you.
You asked for space, so I was giving you space.
But I'm glad you called.
It's good to see you too.
Where have you been all this time?
Mostly in the south.
Paris has been busy but St. Tropez is even crazier.
That reminds me
I found something the other day.
This was from the opening.
You shot this, didn't you?
Yes. Posed for it. Shot it on a timer.
Designed the flyer. Did everything.
You were amazing.
Still are.
We couldn't get enough of each other then, could we?
I guess that was our Belle Époque.
Or maybe our best days are ahead of us.
If we want them to be?
Livia. What are you doing here?
So it's true. You're working out of Pierre Cadault's atelier.
Finally!
"Finally?"
Maman, you only called an hour ago.
And I told you it was urgent.
Lovely to see you, too.
What's the emergency?
Have you seen your husband lately?
I saw him just last night.
He's been distant. But we're just starting to reconnect.
Wonderful.
Can you ask him to connect with me
and explain why his creditors are harassing me?
What?
He's behind in payments on everything
his liquor license, vendors, even some of his employees.
I don't understand.
He told me business was going so well.
Did he tell you he took out a two million euro loan
on the building?
I just found that out from my lawyer.
Maman, are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.
He doesn't have the money, so they're coming after me.
I should've never gotten in bed with that man.
And neither should you!