Copyright –Kent Bonham
The bouquet instructions had been followed. Arriving with the Chauffeur she couldn’t believe his chosen hotel, she had expected bright-lights-big-city. Shuddering in her killer red dress, she looked up at the dark windows.
“Champagne reception in the main suite.” The doorman bowed. Isabelle found her arm being linked by another man dressed to the nines,
“This way ma’am.”
Be nice if they put some lights on Isabelle thought as she tried to ignore first night butterflies. How perfect Jacques was.
“ Petite disseisor” Jacques grinned and grazed her cheek with a kiss, knowing this night would change her life forever.
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