LOGINThe Wedding EveArielle had changed her outfit three times.First, she thought the dress was too casual. Then she decided the second one made her look overdressed. The third was perfectly fine until she noticed a tiny crease near the waist.Now she stood in front of her bedroom mirror, holding two dresses and wondering why getting dressed had suddenly become such a difficult task.“This is ridiculous,” she muttered.Her phone rang.Lucien.She answered immediately.“Hello?”“Have you left?”Arielle glanced at the dresses on her bed.“Not exactly.”There was a brief silence.“What happened?”“Nothing happened.”“Arielle.”She sighed.“I can’t decide what to wear.”Lucien chuckled.“You’re choosing an outfit, not getting married today.”“Very funny.”“Just wear whatever makes you comfortable.”“That’s what I’ve been trying to do for the past forty minutes.”“Then choose the first one.”She looked at the dress in her left hand.“Fine.”“Good. I’ll see you soon.”“Lucien?”“Yes?”“Are you
The Last Family DinnerArielle was beginning to regret agreeing to the dinner.Not because she didn’t want to spend time with Lucien’s family, but because Mary had called three times that afternoon to confirm their plans.The first call had been about the menu.The second was about their arrival time.The third was to ask whether Arielle preferred chocolate or vanilla cake.At this point, she was expecting a fourth call.“She’s going to call again,” Arielle announced, staring at her phone.Lucien looked up from adjusting his watch.“Who?”“Your mother.”He chuckled. “She hasn’t called in almost an hour.”“Exactly. She’s probably thinking of another question.”Lucien walked over and kissed her cheek.“Just answer when she calls.”“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one she’s asking whether we prefer gold or silver napkins.”“Which one did you choose?”“Neither. I told her we’re not decorating the entire house like a wedding reception.”He laughed.“You’re going to give her a headache.
The Last Piece of the PastThe following week, Arielle received a message from Martin.He wanted to meet her and Lucien.The message was brief, but she immediately knew it concerned the investigation.She showed it to Lucien while he was reviewing documents at the dining table.“Martin wants to see us.”Lucien looked up.“Did he say why?”“Only that he has an update.”He closed the folder in front of him.“Let’s call him.”Arielle shook her head.“Maybe we should meet him. I don’t want to spend another afternoon discussing this over the phone.”“All right. I’ll arrange it.”They agreed to meet Martin the next afternoon at a quiet restaurant.When they arrived, Martin was already seated at a table near the window.He stood as they approached.“Good afternoon.”“Hi, Martin,” Arielle greeted him.Lucien shook his hand before pulling out a chair for her.“What’s the update?” he asked.Martin waited until they had settled before speaking.“The authorities have completed the initial review
A Night AwayArielle stared at the calendar on her phone.Six weeks.That was how much time remained before she became Mrs. Moreau.She placed the phone on the bed and looked around the bedroom. Wedding invitations were scattered across the duvet, fabric samples occupied one corner, and a notebook containing their guest list lay open beside her handbag.She had spent most of the afternoon making decisions about flowers, food and decorations.Now she couldn’t remember what she had originally planned to do with the rest of her day.A knock sounded at the door.“Come in.”Lucien entered, loosening his tie. His eyes moved from the invitations to her face.“You’re still working?”“I’m not working. I’m planning.”“That sounds suspiciously like working.”Arielle picked up a cushion and threw it at him.He caught it easily.“Violence already? And we’re not even married.”“Keep talking.”Lucien placed the cushion on the chair before sitting beside her.“How many invitations have you finished?”
The call came just after nine in the morning.Lucien was in his office when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and immediately recognised Martin’s number.“Good morning,” he answered.“Morning, Lucien. Is Arielle with you?”Lucien looked through the glass wall separating his office from the adjoining lounge. Arielle was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through wedding invitations.“She’s here. What’s happened?”“We have an update from the authorities. I thought it would be better to speak to both of you.”Lucien straightened in his chair.“Is it about Beaumont?”“Yes. They’ve made their move.”Lucien’s expression changed.“Give me a minute.”He ended the call and walked into the lounge.Arielle looked up. “What’s wrong?”“Martin called. He has an update about your father’s case.”Her phone went down immediately.“Did something happen?”“He wants to speak to both of us.”Arielle stood. For a moment, she didn’t say anything. Then she reached for her handbag.“Let’s call him back.”L
The DressArielle had been inside the bridal boutique for forty minutes, and she was beginning to regret agreeing to the appointment.Not because the dresses were ugly.Quite the opposite.There were too many beautiful dresses, and somehow, every time she thought she had found the one, the consultant brought out another.“Miss Laurent, would you like to try this one?”Arielle stared at the enormous ball gown the woman was holding.“Is that a wedding dress or a birthday cake?”Her friend standing beside her burst out laughing.“Arielle!”“What? Look at it! Where am I supposed to sit in all that fabric?”The consultant smiled politely, clearly accustomed to brides who had strong opinions.“It’s one of our most popular designs.”“I’m sure it is, but I don’t think I want to look like I’m carrying a mattress around.”Her friend laughed harder.“Please, just try it.”“No.”“Just one.”Arielle looked between them.“You people are enjoying this.”“Very much,” her friend replied.Eventually, A
Morning came slowly.Arielle woke before the alarm on her phone.For a moment she stayed still in bed, staring at the ceiling while soft sunlight slipped through the curtains.Her mind was already awake.Too awake.Dinner with Lucien.The conversation.The question he asked.The way he stood so clo
The words hung in the air between them.Because I’m still trying to understand why seeing you with someone else bothered me at all.Arielle felt her heartbeat stumble.She hadn’t expected honesty.Not from Lucien.Not like this.For a moment she didn’t know what to say.Lucien seemed to realize wha
She stood there. Watching him go. Her heart doing things it shouldn’t.The hallway felt colder after he disappeared around the corner.Arielle let herself into her room and closed the door softly behind her. The quiet pressed in immediately. Too loud. Too heavy.She leaned back against the door and
Chapter 4The briefcase smelled like old leather and dust.Arielle sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, the contents spread out around her like pieces of a puzzle she’d been trying to solve for ten years.Documents. Bank statements. Emails printed on paper that had yellowed with time. And a small







