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“CANCER!, ADVANCED!.. wh—what does t-this mean for me ?” I asked shaking Doctor Martins heaved a sigh “prognosis will be challenging based on the current stage Cecile. To be honest with you…” he paused for a moment unsure of how to proceed. “You just have few months—-“ My name is Cécile Garnier, and I've just been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I just turned 25 two months ago and my life is supposed to be just beginning. Doctor Martins had said the cancer is advanced and it's likely that I will have a few months.his words the day he broke that sad news to me still echo in my mind like a death sentence. I remember the day at his office like it was yesterday. The look on his face, usually calm and welcoming, was lined with concern as he delivered the diagnosis and His gentle tone couldn't mask the gravity of the news. My mind raced with questions, but my voice was frozen with the sound of my heartbeat echoing in my ears. As Silence enveloped the room, the ticking of the clock became deafening. I never realized my body was trying to tell me something throughout those times I felt very tired and exhausted. But I kept brushing it off as stress from work. If only I had listened, I would have asked for help sooner Because I have a lot to live for; my parents, my brother Leo, My job and my friend chloe. But It's too late now. My mom's gentle tone and assuring voice echoed in my mind, I could still vividly remember her words to me “ Don't be angry with life, Cecile, use that energy to live each day to the fullest. Don't let the diagnosis or nothing take that away from you.” As I sobbed in my small apartment, the place that was once my sanctuary now felt like a prison, confining me to a life I never wanted. That was when I made up my mind to go to monaco. I've always wanted to visit the city. Besides I've been drawn to Monaco for reasons I don't even fully understand, mom told me that was where I was born. It's only fair if I give myself a one time treat and I long to leave a mark, a memory in the place where my life began. C H A P T E R O N E the Art of Beginning Again C É C I L E G A R N I E R “Bonjour,madame” i said in response trying to sound confident “I would like the most expensive suite, please”. I said the moment I approached the reception desk She has been warm with her smile exchanging pleasantries with guest before me while typing away on her computer. The gentle murmur of staff and guests filled the atmosphere. The receptionist looks up at me,her eyes widened slightly in surprise before she smiles graciously before responding to my greetings in perfect French. Hotel Hermitage, one of Monaco's finest.The luxury and lavishness of the decoration took my breath away the moment I steeped into the grand lobby I felt like a small fish in a big pond,but in a good way. I couldn't have afforded a place like that if I hadn't been working tirelessly and saving every penny for all these years denying myself so much. “Of course madame, our most expensive suite is the imperial suite, with a stunning view of the Mediterranean. Shall I prepare the keys for you? She asked I nod, feeling excited. “ I'll take it” She smiles back and begins typing away in her computer while I looked around to adore what is before me And boy! I'm glad I made this decision, where do I even begin, the ceilings were so high like they aimed for the sky, the chandelier danged effortlessly with its sparkling crystal drops. I couldn't tell if the sofa's were taupe or charcoal gray but they definitely looked soft and silky and the way they were arranged in cozy circles made me want to sink in and just stay there for a while. Very tempting but I had to make my reservations. without lifting her face she said “ the cost is…… But I quickly interrupt her “I don't care…. just show me how I can make the payment” “Very well then madame”She nods back. “How long do you plan to stay” I breathe in deeply inhaling the subtle scent of fresh flowers that filled the air, my mind was completely erased of every worry. I just couldn't wait to feed my eyes with what's left of this place. “Uhm, maybe a week” I replied somewhat convinced “Alright , May I have your card?” She asked with her hands outstretched waiting for my credit card. I reached into my handbag and hands it over to her. “You'll be assisted with your luggages” she added. After the payment was made, she handed the key over to me, welcoming me and wishing me a great stay. I felt like royalty while I made my way to the elevator which glided smoothly upwards. The moment I stepped inside my suite, I Knew I made the right choice. “This is the second best thing taking my breath away today.” I thought to myself It was even more breathtaking than I had imagined! The luxury is unmatched. The Mediterranean view was right there in front of me! Fluffy carpet ,elegant furniture and paintings. The living area was cozy and the bedroom magnificent. I throw myself on the huge king-size bed. Basking myself in its softness and scent . I was starting to get relaxed. Suddenly, the Telephone rings. Startling me for a moment. I picked it up. “yes?” The person on the phone sounded apologetic “this is the hotel management, I apologize for the disturbing ma'am, a very important guest has arrived, demanding for the most expensive suite…apologies again for the inconvenience … he stuttered “But.. we can't refuse him… we will have to move you to another suite… and we'll compensate you..” “isn't it a bit too early for another bad news” I thought to myself still trying to wrap my head around what the supposed hotel manager was trying to say. “Wait, just hold on let me get this straight” I shunned him cutting his statement short “What the fuck Is this supposed to mean? And what the do you mean ‘An important guest’ Is this how the management here operates? I am an important guest just like who ever he is too” I said in a high assertive tone “I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I agree it's the managements fault as the receptionist would have informed you that the suite was already reserved “ he pleads “I paid for this suite in full and I will not be moved. Tell him to find another suite,the management should sort it out with him. no one is ruining my vacation ” I said firmly and placed the phone back,feeling triumphant . He must be one of these spoiled rich folks that think they can get whatever they want. But over my dead body was he going to get my suit, the one thing that ever went right in my life and is still keeping that smile on my face. The phone rings again interrupting my thought and I let out a frustrating sigh as I picked it up. “What part of I'm not giving my suit up you don't understand?” am I being intimidated because I am a lady” I blurted out sharply But the manager maintained a calm but shaky voice, I could sense the nervousness in his tone “ I'm so sorry ma'am, but the gentleman is taking no for an answer,... he is demanding to speak with you.” The manager's voice cracked, “And why is that?” My eyes narrowed. “ Tell him am not interested” “ Ma'am, for your own sake, I'd advise you should just come,he is not a man you would want to disrespect ” The manager's voice was barely above a whisper this time, he sounded very scared. But I didn't care. I hung up still and also became curious Who was this “important “ guest and why he is so determined to get my suite,why can't he just go for another one” I thought to myself. Now there was a heavy bang at my Door! I was initially hesitant to open up. but when I did, a tall, powerful figure strutted In with his head held high, he gazed at me, and gave me a very intimidating stare, there is something about that stare that made my skin prickle. unlike anything I’ve experienced before, except from my boss at work. but I refused to back down. “Was he the important guest that wanted to speak with me?” I thought to myself “Who are you” I asked firmly.Chapter 12 Cecile Garnier It’s hard that I had to shake off the feeling inside of me that this person might know more about me than he was letting on with that look. I turned sharply to leave the room But I stumbled , my heel catching on the hem of my gown. I felt myself falling, I tried to regain my balance but it was too late, my arms falling wildly. I landed with a thud on the marble floor, my palms scraping against the cold stone. I grimaced in pain. Holding up my wrist while trying to help my self up. I felt him by my side.he took my hands gently and pulled me to my feet. “Are you alright” he asked his eyes scanning my face. He set me on the sit close to the piano before reaching out gently to examine my scraped palm while I sat there Watching him with my mouth slightly parted in wonder. How can one’s touch be warm and gentle but strong at the same time. “It’s just a little bruise”. I Muttered “Yes” he replied with a sharp exhale like he just realized n
Chapter 11 C É C I L E G A R N I E R 6: 30 am. my alarm shrieked for the third time but I hit the snooze, craving a few moments of escape. The birds outside my window chirped melodies. If only I could be free as they are. I envied their carefree existence. What do they know about worry and stress? I feel less motivated today. My thoughts drifted to Luca . this is my third day of mannerisms lessons with Madame Dupont, my coach and Maria since my arrival at the ville. And I’d yet to meet Luca. My supposed host. The silence was deafening. Madame DuPont’s Mannerism lessons weighed heavily on my mind. Sophie’s poise, grace, charm were all I needed to master to meet Luca business associates. But I feel like I’m loosing myself in the process. My body ached from the endless etiquette drills and my spirit rebelled against the strict schedule. For how long was I going to do this. It just about time and I won’t be able to do the things I loved. when would I be able to return home?
Chapter 10 B A C K I N C R E T E I L C H L O E I walked into Isabelle cozy living room, greeted by a warmly aroma of freshly baked cookies with the nostalgic scent of melting chocolate and caramelized sugar filling the air. isabelle embraced me warmly “Thank you for coming under a short notice, Chloe”. She said “I appreciate it.” The timer went off, and she took the cookies out from the oven, setting them on the counter to cool. Isabelle always makes cookies whenever she’s worried about something. This has been a habit of hers that I’ve noticed over the years. “ of course, Isabelle. I’m happy to be here, I came as fast as I could”. I followed her into the living room where she gestured me to sit. I couldn’t help but notice the old family photo on the mantle. Isabelle must have been looking at it. There were other photos in the house but this particular photo stood out ; When Cecelie was about 5, Isabelle was cuddling baby Leo while her husband held her shoulders.
Chapter 9 Cecile Garnier I stormed into my hotel room,grabbing my luggage and tossing them on the bed, I couldn’t believe I was stuck in this situation. My mind didn’t fail with the thoughts that Luca definitely has my cards. Otherwise why would he want something in return? Why? He doesn’t even know me. I started to think about my own safety. I signed and began packing my belongings trying to push aside the unease that had settled in my stomach. I had agreed to moving in with a stranger. Pretending to be someone I’m not, all for the same of getting my cards back. This felt like a trap,a trap that I was willingly walking into. But what choice did I have? Maybe other options might come up but until then. This is what I have to do. As I finished packing. I took a deep breathe and looked around the hotel room one last time. I was really doing this. I was really going to go through with this crazy plan. I hauled my luggage and rolled it out of the room his man who Luca has
Chapter 8 Luca crovetto “Fine, I’ll do it!” She looked up at me, her eyes sunken in helplessness. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed. Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes had dark circles underneath, her lips dry and cracked. At least she had managed to change her clothes. But the black hoodie and ripped jeans she wore looked like they had been thrown on hastily. I was thrilled that she accepted the proposal. Of course she had no choice,if she had somewhere else to turn to, she wouldn’t be here asking for my help. look at her, so vulnerable. Desperation was written all over her. I was enjoying every bit of the moment. The Satisfaction was evident in my gleaming eyes . “Excellent choice” I said, my voice low and neutral. As I started to walk back to my seat, I had been standing , towering over her. her eyes followed every of my movement. “When Is this ——meeting—- happening ” she queried, her voice cracking slightly. Which made me pause. I shrugged ,
Chapter Seven Cécile Garnier “I'm begging you!” I pleaded with the staff at the reception, my voice brittled in desperation while my two hands clasped together as I wrung them in a frantic plea. “I just need to find Luca crovetto, My ID and my bank cards are still missing” The receptionist, a lady dressed in a tailored navy blue uniform with a tight bun leaned in closely, her eyes seemed to hesitate, as if it was weighing the cost of helping me. She bridged her fingers together and her voice firm but gentle. “We still can't disclose any information about our guest mademoiselle, please try to understand” she repeated, She had been a little bit sympathetic at the beginning after I stormed into the reception asking about lucas whereabouts. The receptionist's gaze flicked to her colleague, a younger man who rocked back and forth with a little bit of impatience. his eyes rolled subtly before he looked away. I sensed a silent warning passing between them to maintain their neu