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wedding dresses, perhaps?”
“ There’s something else I have to tell you. It’s kind of a surprise, but a little awkward too …”
Chris tian had his phone out. “I’m going to have to take this call. You enjoy breakfast.”
Cat sat bac k in her chair. Well. Of course he had to take calls from New York, he couldn’t just stop because they were engaged now, could he? Life went on. Always.
Cat got out her own phone. There was a new message. She sighed, and lifted it up to her ear. Loic. He was sorry for leaving so abruptly on Friday. He would be there on Monday. It was best they just get on with it. He hung up.
Cat shut her phone. She stood up, and wandered to the gorgeous buffet. Everything look ed so delectable and she was starving. She had not eaten much last night with all the excitement.
S he put some slices of orange and apple on her plate along with her croissant, and then walked back to her table.
Christian was still at his computer when Cat went up to the suite. She got her coat on and pulled on her gloves.
“Have to get this done honey.”
“ I’ll go out for a while, let you finish it off.”
Three hours later, Cat wandered back to the hotel. She had to tell Christian about the apartment, and the sooner, the better. The next time she went in to the building in Rue Blanche, she wanted to go with her fiancé.
Christian had finished his work. He was lying on the bed, flicking the remote at the television when Cat entered the suite.
“ Can we talk?”
Christian rested his arms behind his head and smiled at her. “Did you do some shopping, honey, find anything nice?”
“ I took some photos of the Moulin Rouge actually. Then went up to Montmartre and took some more shots up there.”
There was a pause.
“Christian, I want to show you something.”
“ Sure, honey. We can do whatever you feel like today. I’m all yours.”
“ Come with me,” Cat said, and she took his hand.
The trip to the apartment seemed to go very fast. Cat kept up a steady flow of talk all the way there in the taxi. It was easier to keep to the subject of New York. She was absurdly excited but at the same time nervous as anything. She and Anouk had been wiping away dust as they worked but the apartment still looked a real sight. Christian would probably think it was full of old tat, suggest that she sell it straight away. The very thought was impossible to bear now and she wanted to talk to Christian about Loic. How was she going to convince him to take what was his?
That was what she really had to discuss with Christian. It might take quite something to convince him that she would have to stay in Paris until she had sorted the apartment out, not to mention finding out where the mistake with the will really came from.
When the taxi pulled up outside the building in Rue Blanche, she took a quick glance at Christian. He seemed nonplussed. Surprisingly, he was not asking any questions about where they were going or what she was proposing they did. He probably assumed they were going shopping, or to a gallery, perhaps. Christian wasn’t particularly interested in art. If Cat wanted to go to the Met, or to any other exhibition at home, she always went with a friend. She had given up asking Christian long ago. But, how would he react to a whole apartment full of old things? Cat’s insides fluttered while he paid for the taxi.
His reaction was so unexpected that Cat was entranced. He wandered, enchanted, through each of the rooms, stopping to pick up objects, and asking her to repeat the extraordinary story several times. When he wholeheartedly approved her decision to stay and sort things out, Cat hugged him.
The rest of the weekend whisked by in a flurry of shopping trips and plans, as well as many phone calls back home. Just as he was about to leave, Christian landed a kiss on the top of Cat’s head.
“ I take it I have your permission to tell everyone about this?” He lifted her ring finger and
“ There’s something else I have to tell you. It’s kind of a surprise, but a little awkward too …”
Chris tian had his phone out. “I’m going to have to take this call. You enjoy breakfast.”
Cat sat bac k in her chair. Well. Of course he had to take calls from New York, he couldn’t just stop because they were engaged now, could he? Life went on. Always.
Cat got out her own phone. There was a new message. She sighed, and lifted it up to her ear. Loic. He was sorry for leaving so abruptly on Friday. He would be there on Monday. It was best they just get on with it. He hung up.
Cat shut her phone. She stood up, and wandered to the gorgeous buffet. Everything look ed so delectable and she was starving. She had not eaten much last night with all the excitement.
S he put some slices of orange and apple on her plate along with her croissant, and then walked back to her table.
Christian was still at his computer when Cat went up to the suite. She got her coat on and pulled on her gloves.
“Have to get this done honey.”
“ I’ll go out for a while, let you finish it off.”
Three hours later, Cat wandered back to the hotel. She had to tell Christian about the apartment, and the sooner, the better. The next time she went in to the building in Rue Blanche, she wanted to go with her fiancé.
Christian had finished his work. He was lying on the bed, flicking the remote at the television when Cat entered the suite.
“ Can we talk?”
Christian rested his arms behind his head and smiled at her. “Did you do some shopping, honey, find anything nice?”
“ I took some photos of the Moulin Rouge actually. Then went up to Montmartre and took some more shots up there.”
There was a pause.
“Christian, I want to show you something.”
“ Sure, honey. We can do whatever you feel like today. I’m all yours.”
“ Come with me,” Cat said, and she took his hand.
The trip to the apartment seemed to go very fast. Cat kept up a steady flow of talk all the way there in the taxi. It was easier to keep to the subject of New York. She was absurdly excited but at the same time nervous as anything. She and Anouk had been wiping away dust as they worked but the apartment still looked a real sight. Christian would probably think it was full of old tat, suggest that she sell it straight away. The very thought was impossible to bear now and she wanted to talk to Christian about Loic. How was she going to convince him to take what was his?
That was what she really had to discuss with Christian. It might take quite something to convince him that she would have to stay in Paris until she had sorted the apartment out, not to mention finding out where the mistake with the will really came from.
When the taxi pulled up outside the building in Rue Blanche, she took a quick glance at Christian. He seemed nonplussed. Surprisingly, he was not asking any questions about where they were going or what she was proposing they did. He probably assumed they were going shopping, or to a gallery, perhaps. Christian wasn’t particularly interested in art. If Cat wanted to go to the Met, or to any other exhibition at home, she always went with a friend. She had given up asking Christian long ago. But, how would he react to a whole apartment full of old things? Cat’s insides fluttered while he paid for the taxi.
His reaction was so unexpected that Cat was entranced. He wandered, enchanted, through each of the rooms, stopping to pick up objects, and asking her to repeat the extraordinary story several times. When he wholeheartedly approved her decision to stay and sort things out, Cat hugged him.
The rest of the weekend whisked by in a flurry of shopping trips and plans, as well as many phone calls back home. Just as he was about to leave, Christian landed a kiss on the top of Cat’s head.
“ I take it I have your permission to tell everyone about this?” He lifted her ring finger and
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