-Celeste-
“... I still don’t get why I have to be the one driving you on your first day. What happened to a driver and a fancy car?”
Denise said, hands firmly on the steering as she drove.
I smiled. “I didn’t want to be in a car full of strange people. Plus, Lucien was quite busy with work, and he left early.”
Too early, and I hated it.
I knew he wasn’t busy with work. He barely got a wink of sleep the entire time we were together.
One moment, he was tossing on the bed, and the next, he was pacing across the bedroom.
Then I heard the ping of a passcode, and the rustling of papers.
He was hiding something.
I could feel it.
“I feel bad that we have to close Gâteau Celeste for the main time. We could’ve easily filed a complaint with the new owner—”
“And cause even more stir fo
