"That means a lot to me," Alicia said, her smile much brighter than Juliette's soft smile.  She stood and led Juliette to Jake's room.

As if on cue, the moment Juliette stepped foot in his dark bedroom, Jake's eyes popped open.  He loved Juliette as if she were another sister.  "Bonsoir Juliette," Jake mumbled, attempting his best French accent for her.