What was Natalie thinking?

How could she be under the same roof with an arrogantsnob like Jean Merceaux? A marriage of convenience he had suggested for the sake of his grandmother's 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 Bordeaux's vineyards didn't mean he owned her!

She couldn't go through with it. She hated Jean!!! Or did she?