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The clerk nodded and moved on as Ben and Gabriella returned to their group and handed out the room keys. "We have a surprise guest all the way from Paris. Margaux De la Cruz," he said to them and several faces dropped. Catherine looked nervously at Gabriella. Ben scowled. "Were you all in on the fact that she was trying to contact me?" From their surprised expressions he saw that wasn't the case. "Margaux tried to speak with me before we left the hotel in Paris and followed us down here so she could talk with me. I'm going to hear her out," he gave the women a straight look and they nodded if somewhat reluctantly. "Let's get to our rooms."

“You are very polite for une Americaine. My name is Jacques Fournier, but you may call me Jacques. I insist.” “Jacques,” I echoed with a grateful smile. “It’s very nice to meet you.” He opened the back door for me with a flourish. “Bienvenue à Paris, Mademoiselle McAllister. I believe you are about to begin something… magnifique.” I ducked into the car, a strange flutter rising in my chest. We drove through the dusky streets of Paris, the city glowing in the golden light of early evening. I pressed my face to the window, wide-eyed as centuries-old buildings passed by. Their stone facades were bathed in a warm halo of light.

“Oh? What do you mean by that?” Mrs. Harris Sr. waved a hand lightly. “Nothing in particular.” Her gaze drifted around the courtyard. After a moment, she added thoughtfully, “It’s such a beautiful place. It would be a shame not to capture it. I actually invited someone else today. She should be arriving soon.”

Harris stood beside her, hands folded in front of him, watching the room instead of her. “They’ve been gone a while,” he replied. Mireille turned her head slightly. “It’s a big party. People get pulled aside.” Mr. Harris nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave the crowd. “Adrien doesn’t usually miss moments like this.” Her grip on the glass tightened, just a fraction. “He knows what’s expected of him,” she said. “He’ll be back.” Mr. Harris hummed quietly. “Still.” A ripple of whispers moved through a small group near the stage. Someone leaned toward someone else. A laugh followed, thin and curious.

Realizing what she had done, Dorothy slowly stepped back. "I’m so sorry. I just really want to go to Paris!" she said, her cheeks flushed. Outside the room, Emily was eavesdropping, pressing her ear against the door like a lizard. "So, Paris, huh?" she whispered to herself. A sleek black BMW pulled up in front of a grand mansion. The driver’s door opened, and Harrison stepped out, his lab coat draped over his arm and his tie slightly loosened. He looked exhausted from a long day at work.

"Please give him a visitor's pass." Brittany nodded and turned to Mr. Harris. "Your name, sir?" she asked. "Jack Harris," he replied, his voice gruff but polite. Brittany typed away at her computer and printed out a visitor's pass. She handed it to Mr. Harris, who smiled and thanked her. As he took the pass from her hand, I noticed that he held onto her hand for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. Brittany's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure.

"Where's Madeline?" Peering at him through the rearview mirror, Mr. Harris replied, "Mrs. Gibson slipped away while Mr. Jabs was getting his car." Trevon's frown deepened. Mr. Harris hurried to explain, "She hitched a ride with Mr. Ferguson to the Crystal River Hotel." Trevon's face darkened. "Why's he butting in?" Mr. Harris did not have an answer. From what he had heard, Stephen had merely helped Madeline with a hotel booking and then took off. Probably just lending a hand.

When she arrived, the first thing she noticed was that there were two boxes in the living room. “Mom?” She called as she walked to her room when Tony suddenly came down the stairs and bumped into her. “Woah, woah. What’s got you in a hurry?” She grabbed his arm for support as she almost slipped. “Harriett. Thank goodness you came back.” His sentence was rushed and his tone made Harriett understand that things weren’t well. “I need to leave for Paris now, Harriett. There’s an emergency at the hospital.” He revealed and Harriett instantly got worried.

Displeased with how my perfect life was turned upside down. “On knowing further, we have come to know that Mr. Cannedy is filing defamation case on those who would attempt to degrade his woman,” Everything felt mystic, as if we were supposed to greet in such a charming way and now, it was Sunday as I was anxiously waiting for Dariel. “Is that true?” Sarah asked in disbelief, taking a seat. It was evening, she just returned from her work. I had cooked dinner which she served. I had lost my appetite since Dariel was absent.

Mae’s smile widened, clearly pleased with herself. Then Solene leaned back in her chair, gathering the documents in her table, including the one Mae had just brought in and put them aside, letting out a sigh. “That won’t really be an issue anyway.” Solène said tiredly. “Anyone would be thrilled at a chance to go to Paris.” Mae nodded in agreement. “I’ll speak to Mr Hathaway tomorrow,” Solene added as she stood from the chair. “Whatever decision we make will be communicated.” “No problem, ma’am.” Mae said, turning towards the door.