Thirteen
A COUPLE OF MONTHS LATER, Paris couldn’t have looked prettier with flower boxes along the boulevards blooming, cafés and streets packed, and a buzz in the air with festivals and concerts taking place at various points around the city. June was here and summer was on its way. I couldn’t wait: I could finally use the outdoor pool at home.
The Elstree mansion was our home but when in Paris, our second home, all my lonely memories of London were vanquished by other, better highlights. Spending weekends together, as a couple, meant that I saw everything in a new light. He taught me so much about French etiquette, about art and history. I think the thing I loved most about him was his brain.
“Ciara, are you awake? I need you to listen…”
“Baby I’m tired, you wore me out last night,”
