I struggle to open my eyes; the sun is shining. I’ve had a very peaceful sleep; I feel rested and in a good mood. Is it because I saw Guillaume yesterday, or because I know I’ll see him again tonight? Probably both. I get up; it’s half past nine. I have a quick shower and get dressed in a hurry, putting on a tracksuit and jeans. I go out and bump into a waiter in the corridor carrying a huge bouquet of mixed flowers.
_ Miss Darmende?
_ Er... yes
_ It’s for you
He hands me the bouquet and walks away. It smells absolutely lovely. I skip back to the room like a little teenager who’s just heard from her boyfriend. There’s a card.
“I can’t wait for tonight to see you again, I miss you terribly, but the blend of scents in this bouquet reminds me of the smell of your delicious skin”
I hop u
