(Angela’s POV)
Maison du Lavande was just as beautiful and entertaining as Rose had promised, maybe even more than I’d captured in my mind.
A light, sweet scent floated through the air, stirring feelings and desires I didn’t even know were within me. Soft French music played in the background, like something from an old romantic film theater.
Every detail looked like it had been carefully done, from the glittering black marble floors to the white walls and diamond-edged mirrors. Even the staff spoke in gentle French accents, making the place feel as if it had been lifted straight out of Paris.
I lay face down on a massage bed, wrapped in a warm white towel. My eyes were closed as two firm hands worked over my shoulders, easing the stiffness from my joints and sides, tension I hadn’t ev
