"I look forward to meeting you and Mr. Langlais tomorrow, Ms. Herveaux. If you need anything in the meantime, do not hesitate to contact myself, Mr. Sasse, or Mr. Keys. Au revoir!" I hang up on my voicemail. I've tried to reach her and Alain separately, but since they're not picking up I think a voicemail will be more than enough. It's 6PM, it's probably their dinner time and they don't want to deal with this right now. Putting the phone down on the desk, I walk over to the bed and plunk my head on it, relishing at the gorgeous surroundings I am in. With a fitness centre and spa, Le Boutique Hotel Jardin is a luxurious boutique hotel located in the heart of Paris. It also boasts an elegant lobby with archways and high ceilings. Just a five-minute walk from the Luxembourg Gardens and Notre-Dame-des-Champs Metro Station, I can literally walk to the centre of the city. The hotel's decor is a tribute to French and international literature and my rooms even have an iPod docking station an
This can't be happening. Tristan's gorgeous and statuesque blonde ex is standing right in front of us and she is eyeing him up hungrily: like a brand new designer handbag. And now she is walking towards him, with a huge smile on her face no less.My insides are writhing slowly. I would love nothing more than for Tristan to dismiss her or be rude to her but oh no, the corners of his mouth lift up into a friendly grin and he walks towards her, leaving me standing there to watch them embrace. The sight of him wrapping his big arms around her, and her returning it with fervent enthusiasm makes me all kinds of sick. They hold onto each other a few seconds longer than I would have liked and when they finally break away from each other's arms they keep their arms around each other, staring into each other's eyes. And I'm just standing here, watching this display of passion. Fuming quietly to myself.Crossing my arms, I watch Tristan break away from the hug, purposefully putting some distance
Heart pummelling tremendously here. What is Tristan doing here? In a loose-shirt, cargo shorts and sandals, he certainly isn't dressed for a business meeting. I wave, and I expect him to come over and say hi to us but he stands there, grimacing at me and Claudio standing together. I turn to Claudio, affixed with a firm smile on my face. "Anyway, I have to go but I'll let you know what Marie thinks. And I'll email you if I have any questions," I dictate. "Tr¨¨s bien! Au revoir," he winks at me and walks off. I walk towards Tristan and his already annoyed expression has turned even sourer after Claudio's gesture. "Hey, what are you doing here?" He shoots a dirty look in Claudio's direction, but his lips are firmly shut. Instead he turns to look at me, his usual deadpan expression on tow."I was going to come and see how you and the chef were getting along, but I can see you two are getting on swimmingly." I can hear the hostility in his tone."Well that is my job, to work well with
Let's get this show on the road. More specifically, this two-day extravaganza on the road. The drive to Chateau de Riviera is spectacular - Paris might be gorgeous with its cosmopolitan and rich history seeping through every brick, but driving through the countryside and outskirts of the city is an absolute privilege. I wish I was the passenger, not the driver.?It's 10:45am and I'm just finishing up setting the chairs with the decorators. I'm dressed and ready to go in a tailored knee-length black dress, my hair up in a tight bun, my ears adorned with drop down silver earrings. I'm wearing silver pumps but secretly I wish I could wear sandals to walk through the grass, but I'll get over it and be cautious not to get my shoes scuffed. Looking upon the lush garden, I'm thrilled with how it looks. The gardens surrounding the Chateau de Riviera are already a thing of beauty: with an abundance of lavender, lilacs and white lilies the natural perfume is tantalising mixed with the warm Fre
What a wonderful second day, this is the best wedding celebration yet! As I walk around the restaurant and survey the fruits of our labour, I'm really proud at how the whole event has turned out. Glancing over at the wedded couple, I can't help but notice how happy they look. In my stock standard tight-fitting black dress, I'm itching to get changed and into something more comfortable for my planned drinks with Tristan and Gabe. We deserve to let our hair down after this big project and celebrate a job well-done. The Paris evening is a warm but still pleasant 28 degrees centigrade. As the event comes to a close, I can't help but reminisce how beautiful this evening has been. Everything comes together, even Marcy and her team. The wedding favours looks beautiful, all packaged in the customised tote bags. Tonight's reception is absolutely lavish and beautiful instead of doing formal speeches and dinner, it's casual dancing at the restaurant and all the guests are having a blast in the
"Merci beaucoup, Mademoiselle Lacey, you were very helpful," Claudio smiles at me as he releases the firm handshake we just shared. I think the chef and I finally came to a mutual understanding we put our differences and language barriers aside and worked together to create two perfect food-filled days for the couple. He may have been bossy and arrogant but he came through in the end and the food was phenomenal, I can't fault anything that came out of the kitchen. "Likewise, your food was absolutely amazing. I still can't eat escargot though!" He laughs heartily, keeping a close distance to me. We're standing in the kitchen, overseeing the last of the cleaning up as the event is all but wrapped up. "So, are you staying in Paris a few more days?" He asks, a cheeky grin suddenly emerging on those full lips. "UmmI think I have another two days. I can't wait to just sleep in and eat more croissants. Do you have another event to cater for?""Perhaps I can show you the town, show y
"Oh my god," I mutter, running my fingers through my hair. It takes me a moment to realise that I've been holding my breath in for way too long. "What's wrong?" Gabe takes another sip."We have to leave now! Tristan's in some sort of weird hostage situation. I'll explain in the cab."Gabe frowns, looking baffled. "What do you mean hostage situation? He's a big guy, he can take care of himself."I stand up, grabbing my clutch with shaking hands. "I know, but we have to go and see if we can help him out. We don't have much time!"Still looking befuddled, he gets up and follows me out of the bar without a further word.Pushing the door, I look frantically for the nearest cab rank and after briskly walking down the street I hail a cab, we get into the back and I hurriedly take out my phone to find the text message Tristan sent me."Take us toRésidence Jupiter" I whisper, my voice frail. I can't think right now. My thoughts are all muddled at the thought of Tristan in danger. It's rid
I feel on top of the world; well I was pretty damn close two hours ago. Tristan and I are finally together! I'm dating my boss, who also happens to my brother's best friend. But none of those labels mean anything to me because he's just Tristan. Someone I absolutely adore, and really care about. I don't want to jinx anything, because I really hope this works out with him. I don't even think I was ever this crazy about Adamyeah I really don't think I was even close. And to think it's with someone I've known almost half my life, it's completely baffling. After Victoria got taken away, Gabe, Tristan and I came straight back to the hotel. The whole drama of everything that happened put us off going out tonight. But that doesn't mean Tristan and I didn't want to spend some time alone, so I invited him back to my hotel room. We've been just lying in bed for the last hour, kissing, laughing, talking.I've changed into my cotton shorts and a baggy t-shirt, and Tristan is back in his usual a