Page 239 of My French Love Affair

Her lips twitch like she’s fighting a smile as she moves past me, pushing the door open.

Without looking back, she slips into the corridor.

I watch her go, waiting a beat before I follow and go back to where I’m supposed to be.

Chapter Sixty-One

Poppy

Asharp knock echoes through the suite, jolting me half-awake.

I groan, my limbs stretching beneath the sheets, my mind still wrapped in the hazy remnants of sleep.

From across the room, I hear Emma’s voice - far too energetic for this early in the morning.

"Hold on!" she calls, padding barefoot across the suite.

A few muffled words are exchanged, and then -

"Poppy," she drawls, a teasing edge to her voice. "Looks like someone’s thinking of you."

I blink up at the ceiling, then sit up abruptly.

Emma stands at the foot of the bed, smirking like the devil himself and holding up a huge bouquet of white roses.

I sigh as I wipe a hand over my face.

"Let me guess."

But before I can even finish, I notice it.

TheDiorshopping bag.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Emma grins, practically bouncing as she sets both items down in front of me on the bed.

"You have to open thisright now," she insists, already reaching for the envelope attached to the flowers.

I snatch it away, shooting her a glare before slipping my finger beneath the seal and pulling out a small, cream-colored card.

The handwriting is elegant, sharp and effortlessly masculine.

For my good luck charm.

Wear this for me today.

~F

My cheeks burn, my pulse quickening as I stare at the words.

Emma practically screeches beside me.

“Open the bag!”

I roll my eyes but do as I’m told, curious as to how our two other friends are sleeping through this. My fingers curl around the smooth ribbon before slipping it open, and inside -

Oh,fuck.

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