What was Natalie thinking? How could she be under the same roof with an arrogant snob like Jean Merceaux? A marriage of convenience he had suggested for the sake of his grandmothers well being. How dare he think she had come to France to take care of Isabelle only to betray her with this facade! Just because he owned all of Bordeauxs vineyards didnt mean he owned her! She couldnt go through with it. She hated Jean!!! Or did she?