CHAPTER FIFTY
CHANEL’S POV
The terrace was empty and quiet, very much different from the inside of the main hall. Leaning against the glass railing overlooking the less populated stretch of lit streets, I closed my eyes releasing one long breath. Now, this felt more like what I wanted. Just some utter peace and quiet with no rain to down my mood. It was a bit too cold for my liking but just for a few minutes, I would endure it. It was far much better than dealing with all these people approaching me wanting to talk business. I thought the French did not like work talk especially on settings like this and yet a few of them along with those invited from other countries had approached me on business. Mr. Laurent must have worked really hard to make them aware of what I’d done for his compan
