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My father would be so disappointed. Oh no, that explained why he insisted he'd drive me by himself and that we didn't need any escorts to avoid paparazzi. Stupid me, I thought it was the greatest idea in the world. I could die or get locked up in a room without food but at the end of the day, I knew how characters in movies could be so stupid to get kidnapped. That's one good thing, right? "Here's my mother's restaurant Christina, I brought you here to have a regular French breakfast, do you remember?"

(Paris enters the living room dazzling in a bright red short gown with silver earrings and necklace and her hair up in a bun) Paul: Wow, could you be any prettier? Paris: (blushes) Don't start drooling! Paul: I won't, We should be leaving now Mr Smith: Okay, You two should have fun (Quietly to Paris) Make sure you do not have s€x with him in his car Paris: (shrugs her shoulder) Dad! Paul: (smiles) Let's go Paris. (Later) (At a fast food restaurant) Paul: What'll you be having?

Poppy told Paris. Mrs. Poppy touched Paris's red cheek and inform her to sit until she was called downstairs to meet him. Paris nodded and watched her leave the room. She was now anxious to meet him by the last comment her mother had made. She too was now curious as to why he would have left his country to marry a girl like her if he were a wealthy man. There must have been plenty of girls back at his home that he could have chosen as his wife instead of coming to meet her all the way in Greenfield, Paris thought.

I said. Paris walked past us, reaching for her sneakers—the same as mine—and started putting them on. Mom sighed and looked at me, her eyes gentle. "You deserve all the love in this world, Sydney. Open your heart for it. It won’t kill you." I forced a weak smile. It will kill you, Mom. You’re living proof. Paris sat in the passenger seat, Mom behind her, and I drove. Mom immediately spotted Sir Migs outside La Push. He was wearing a similar outfit to mine—white jogger pants and his signature hoodie from his internship days. He waved as we drove past to park.

It was clear that he was not quite sure how much of his story Rachael already knew, but he did not want to go on meeting her under false pretence. “But you are back home to stay right?” she said, fixing him with a curious gaze in the candid way she had. "There aren't many people l Know in Michigan, you know." By that time they had reached home and Louis got out of the car without answering her questions. “Will you come inside the house and meet my father?” Darcy asked, but Hester Harris “Not today," Mrs Harris said gently, softening her refusal with a smile. “I would feel that we were intruding if we did, but one don’t worry I will come to visit your father soon. I would like to see more

I was expecting a message from Hames but it instead a message from an unknown ID and it read: *** Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you really love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm in Paris right now, it'd make the job easier. I still want to have a little fun and not kill him on time, so you should return because you'll be tagged as a widow if I bump into him here in Paris.

"I could not have done things any better! That was perfect. Have you heard anymore from this Ms. Simpson?" Debbie replied "Not directly. She did use us as a reference for a job application. She must have been dreamimg that we would give her a good review. But other than that, I've not heard a word. Now, with this mess in Paris and then in Charleston, will there be anymore backlash for you? I have seen on the news and online that the Harris family have become the most wanted fugitives in the financial world. They seem to owe almost every bank in Europe at this point."