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“IS THAT EVERYTHING, mademoiselle?” A bellhop had carefully placed her luggage on a trolley.
Dahlia glanced wistfully over her shoulder at her suite at the Hôtel de Paris. When she’d arrived, she’d only wanted to do her job and return to Camille and Los Angeles as quickly as she could.
“Oui, merci.” Dahlia closed the door to the room and the bellhop went ahead of her. Penelope had left while she and Alain were aboard the Formula Win to work a runway show in Paris.
Dahlia strolled down the hallway, considering how much her life had changed in the course of a little more than a week. Alain, who had gone ahead of her to talk to his driver, was already downstairs waiting for her. She touched the double-heart necklace nestled in her décolletage. They’d become a true couple after the inti
