A few things were paramount in the proud Black American Murry family, and Delphine Murry could recite them in her sleep. Don't trust anyone that doesn’t look like you. Color lines are permanent. Don't bring home any grades lower than the first letter of your middle name. Don’t ever forget the history of our people. Delphine had an almost insatiable appetite for learning. Living in New Orleans, the French language, history, and culture became one of her passions. By her college years, she was focused on becoming a doctor and determined to explore Paris one day. French-born Professor Philippe’ Delacroix was one of the highest-ranking doctorate fellowship candidates under thirty at Sorbonne University. He knew his resume would be even more impressive after teaching in Louisiana, giving him future leverage in Paris, and credibility in America if he chose to return. Being gorgeous himself, he adored beautiful women. But he didn’t date his students, nor was he enticed by the melanin melting pot of New Orleans. The connection between these two strangers would cause a chain of events that would later create a blend of "French Chocolate."