Page 141 of My French Love Affair

Then back at the envelope.

"Poppy," Emma hisses, her eyes wide as saucers. "What the hell is this?"

Jas crosses her arms, watching me closely.

"Yeah, babe. Care to explain?"

I swallow hard and slide my finger under the envelope’s flap, pulling out a thick, expensive piece of stationery.

A handwritten note.

I already know who it’s from before I even look.

Poppy,

Our conversations have been enjoyable, but I think it’s time we had another one in person.

Dinner. Tonight. 8 PM.

Let’s see if you still plan on pretending you don’t like me when I’m sitting across from you.

- F.

I blink.

Emmascreams.

"You’ve beenspeaking to him?!"

Jas snatches the card from my hands before I can stop her, reading over it at lightning speed before fixing me with an incredulous look.

"Oh, you sneaky little bitch,” she smirks.

Of course Leah choosesthisexact moment to walk in, arms full of designer shopping bags.

"Good afternoon, darlings!" she calls cheerfully, kicking the door shut behind her. "And it is areallygood afternoon. Guess who had another - "

She stops.

Looks at the roses.

Then at the expressions on all our faces.

"What the hell did I miss?"

Jas holds up the note.

"Poppy and her secret lover."

"He isnot-"

"Oh my god," Leah gasps, dropping her bags. "Are these from him?"

"Yes, theyare!" Emma yells. "Can you believe that she didn’t even tell us that she was texting him?!"

"Wow.” Leah’s eyes snap to mine. “Very sneaky of you, Pops."

I groan, pressing the heels of my palms into my eyes.

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