I'm excited to do this thing! The wedding is for Marie Herveaux, a forty-two-year-old , a socialite from New York who is getting married to Alain Langlais, a forty-five-year-old businessman. Tristan was able to secure her because he had planned several fundraisers for her in the past and combined with my reputation and expertise, she was more than convinced to hire us. Hopefully third time's a charm, but they are definitely sparing no expense. We have a two-day extravaganza to plan for them: an intimate family-only ceremony and dinner reception on Friday at Chateau de Riviera, 15th Century castle about forty kilometres north of Paris. Because Alain is a naturalised citizen, the paperwork side of things has been fairly smooth and I was able to expedite the arrangement of a legally binding ceremony. This will then be followed the next day with a more relaxed, and deliciously banquet-filled reception which overlooks the Seine River for their friends and extended family. Divine, just d
"I look forward to meeting you and Mr. Langlais tomorrow, Ms. Herveaux. If you need anything in the meantime, do not hesitate to contact myself, Mr. Sasse, or Mr. Keys. Au revoir!" I hang up on my voicemail. I've tried to reach her and Alain separately, but since they're not picking up I think a voicemail will be more than enough. It's 6PM, it's probably their dinner time and they don't want to deal with this right now. Putting the phone down on the desk, I walk over to the bed and plunk my head on it, relishing at the gorgeous surroundings I am in. With a fitness centre and spa, Le Boutique Hotel Jardin is a luxurious boutique hotel located in the heart of Paris. It also boasts an elegant lobby with archways and high ceilings. Just a five-minute walk from the Luxembourg Gardens and Notre-Dame-des-Champs Metro Station, I can literally walk to the centre of the city. The hotel's decor is a tribute to French and international literature and my rooms even have an iPod docking station an
This can't be happening. Tristan's gorgeous and statuesque blonde ex is standing right in front of us and she is eyeing him up hungrily: like a brand new designer handbag. And now she is walking towards him, with a huge smile on her face no less.My insides are writhing slowly. I would love nothing more than for Tristan to dismiss her or be rude to her but oh no, the corners of his mouth lift up into a friendly grin and he walks towards her, leaving me standing there to watch them embrace. The sight of him wrapping his big arms around her, and her returning it with fervent enthusiasm makes me all kinds of sick. They hold onto each other a few seconds longer than I would have liked and when they finally break away from each other's arms they keep their arms around each other, staring into each other's eyes. And I'm just standing here, watching this display of passion. Fuming quietly to myself.Crossing my arms, I watch Tristan break away from the hug, purposefully putting some distance
Heart pummelling tremendously here. What is Tristan doing here? In a loose-shirt, cargo shorts and sandals, he certainly isn't dressed for a business meeting. I wave, and I expect him to come over and say hi to us but he stands there, grimacing at me and Claudio standing together. I turn to Claudio, affixed with a firm smile on my face. "Anyway, I have to go but I'll let you know what Marie thinks. And I'll email you if I have any questions," I dictate. "Tr¨¨s bien! Au revoir," he winks at me and walks off. I walk towards Tristan and his already annoyed expression has turned even sourer after Claudio's gesture. "Hey, what are you doing here?" He shoots a dirty look in Claudio's direction, but his lips are firmly shut. Instead he turns to look at me, his usual deadpan expression on tow."I was going to come and see how you and the chef were getting along, but I can see you two are getting on swimmingly." I can hear the hostility in his tone."Well that is my job, to work well with
Let's get this show on the road. More specifically, this two-day extravaganza on the road. The drive to Chateau de Riviera is spectacular - Paris might be gorgeous with its cosmopolitan and rich history seeping through every brick, but driving through the countryside and outskirts of the city is an absolute privilege. I wish I was the passenger, not the driver.?It's 10:45am and I'm just finishing up setting the chairs with the decorators. I'm dressed and ready to go in a tailored knee-length black dress, my hair up in a tight bun, my ears adorned with drop down silver earrings. I'm wearing silver pumps but secretly I wish I could wear sandals to walk through the grass, but I'll get over it and be cautious not to get my shoes scuffed. Looking upon the lush garden, I'm thrilled with how it looks. The gardens surrounding the Chateau de Riviera are already a thing of beauty: with an abundance of lavender, lilacs and white lilies the natural perfume is tantalising mixed with the warm Fre
What a wonderful second day, this is the best wedding celebration yet! As I walk around the restaurant and survey the fruits of our labour, I'm really proud at how the whole event has turned out. Glancing over at the wedded couple, I can't help but notice how happy they look. In my stock standard tight-fitting black dress, I'm itching to get changed and into something more comfortable for my planned drinks with Tristan and Gabe. We deserve to let our hair down after this big project and celebrate a job well-done. The Paris evening is a warm but still pleasant 28 degrees centigrade. As the event comes to a close, I can't help but reminisce how beautiful this evening has been. Everything comes together, even Marcy and her team. The wedding favours looks beautiful, all packaged in the customised tote bags. Tonight's reception is absolutely lavish and beautiful instead of doing formal speeches and dinner, it's casual dancing at the restaurant and all the guests are having a blast in the
"Merci beaucoup, Mademoiselle Lacey, you were very helpful," Claudio smiles at me as he releases the firm handshake we just shared. I think the chef and I finally came to a mutual understanding we put our differences and language barriers aside and worked together to create two perfect food-filled days for the couple. He may have been bossy and arrogant but he came through in the end and the food was phenomenal, I can't fault anything that came out of the kitchen. "Likewise, your food was absolutely amazing. I still can't eat escargot though!" He laughs heartily, keeping a close distance to me. We're standing in the kitchen, overseeing the last of the cleaning up as the event is all but wrapped up. "So, are you staying in Paris a few more days?" He asks, a cheeky grin suddenly emerging on those full lips. "UmmI think I have another two days. I can't wait to just sleep in and eat more croissants. Do you have another event to cater for?""Perhaps I can show you the town, show y
"Oh my god," I mutter, running my fingers through my hair. It takes me a moment to realise that I've been holding my breath in for way too long. "What's wrong?" Gabe takes another sip."We have to leave now! Tristan's in some sort of weird hostage situation. I'll explain in the cab."Gabe frowns, looking baffled. "What do you mean hostage situation? He's a big guy, he can take care of himself."I stand up, grabbing my clutch with shaking hands. "I know, but we have to go and see if we can help him out. We don't have much time!"Still looking befuddled, he gets up and follows me out of the bar without a further word.Pushing the door, I look frantically for the nearest cab rank and after briskly walking down the street I hail a cab, we get into the back and I hurriedly take out my phone to find the text message Tristan sent me."Take us toRésidence Jupiter" I whisper, my voice frail. I can't think right now. My thoughts are all muddled at the thought of Tristan in danger. It's rid
"God, you do sound like a pom, you've definitely been here too long," Tristan teases over the way I unintentionally pronounced yoghurt in a British accent. "Have not! Although the winters here are chilly, I miss our summer Christmases.""That's okay, I'm here to keep you warm."I bite my lip, loving how close he is to me. "So, what are you doing all the way out here?"He smirks at me, his gaze full of warmth. "I think you have an idea, no?" My cheeks warm as he huddles closer to my body, his height towering over me. We're standing on the end of Waterloo Bridge, the River Thames and the London Eye lying behind us like a beautiful backdrop. It's dark and the surrounding trees on the footpath are beautifully bright, adorned in blue lights. It was drizzling earlier, but it's now stopped and the pavement is mildly damp, adding to the general chill of the city. My suitcase by my side, Tristan is hovering over me as he backs me into the walled railing, his gloved hands rubbing my arms
Tristan. Is. Here. In.London.Specifically, he is outside the house where I have been living in London, with another man. A man who I've just broken up with. "Taxi Delivery Service, how may I help you?" the phone operator utters on the other end of the line, but it fails to reach my consciousness.Whathowwhoso many incomprehensible thoughts are racking through my mind right now. My heart is pounding like a jack hammer at the sight of him in a long black coat, jeans and scarf. The coffee eggnog is really not helping right now. "Hi" I whisper, barely audible. My insides are flooding with nerves. A jar of butterflies has dropped inside my stomach and they are flying everywhere."Hello? Is anyone there?" The call operator speaks through the receiver. I use any semblance of my wit to press the hang up button, my fingers are shaky as I keep my eyes locked on Tristan. What is he doing here?There's a black taxi on the kerb behind him, presumably the one that dropped him off. It does
I walk up to the door, a full gift bag in each of my hands. I drop my bag to get the key when Giles, the driver, walks up to me. "Let me get the bag, Miss." Giving him a polite smile, I let him hold the bag as I open the door. "Thank you," I say as I open the door and he puts the bags right inside the entrance."Have a nice Christmas, Miss Ryan." Giles, the driver smiles at me warmly before he starts walking off. "Thank you, same to you and your family. Merry Christmas!" I give him a fat grin and wave at him.Closing the door, my smile drops instantly and I clench my jaw at how irritated I am. It's Christmas Eve, the jolliest time of year. I've just come back from Amelia and Kieran's beautiful house in Hertfordshire where I had lunch with them and I am lightly tipsy from Kieran's egg nog coffee punch. Everything was so delicious. Caramelized onion tarts with apples. Brussel sprouts with chestnuts & sage. Chunky roast potatoes. Crisp honey mustard parsnips. Bacon, sausage & prun
It's the Christmas season! The days are short, nights are long, showers go longer. There are so many things I love about winter. I love making hot Belgian chocolate and those little marshmallows, I love snuggling up on the couch with a book in my thick robe and furry shoes, a doona draped over me. I love the food associated with winter: soups, casseroles, roasts. I'll be spending my first Christmas in London, and Amelia has invited Edmund and me over to their place for lunch Christmas Eve. I cannot wait to have my first proper winter Christmas. I just hope Edmund can make it. I'm sure that work will die down by then and I can have some quality time with him, the fun Edmund I haven't seen too much since I've been here. There's still been no progress on the assistant front, so I've been keeping busy by pursuing culinary perfection. With another two weeks to go until the day, I've been in the kitchen non-stop since I've arrived and I like to think my cooking skills have improved immense
I plop my head on the fluffy mattress, panting loudly as I let the post coital experience wash over me. Something is wrong with me. I just slept with my boyfriend for the first time, but I came thinking about my ex-fake husband. No, it was purely coincidental. It's just the half bottle of pinot gris swirling in my head, that's it surely. Instead, I'm going to bask in how nice that was.That was not bad, not bad at all. It wasn't fireworks but it was nice and efficient. He definitely knows a thing or two about pleasing a woman, that's for sure. He was very attentive, gentle, tender even. Just what I like - what I prefer. Unlike Tristan, who is all so aggressive. The way he grabs my hips so roughly, the way he pulls my hair, the way he bites my lip andgah! No more reminiscing! I'm so ashamed of myself, what's wrong with me? Noit's just a once-off. It won't happen again. I'm sure of it."How was that for you?" Edmund asks coolly as he looks down at me. His face is slick with a thin la
My feet tapping against the leg of the small mahogany table, I check my phone to see if there are any text messages. Nope, nothing. My guest should be on time, I'm just early. Looking around the café, I'm glad this place was picked. I'm sitting in the middle of The Purple Hare, a rustic and inviting mahogany infused restaurant in the middle of Chelsea. Packed to the brim with drunk and merry locals clad in wintry garb, the woody and earthy ambience mixed with the smell of Guinness, grilled steak and mashed potatoes makes the place feel like a second home almost. I am about to press the call button when the door flies open. "Hey!" Amelia waves excitedly at me but my mouth pops open at the sight of her in a long black parka jacket, jeans and boots. She said she had a surprise for me, but this was the last thing I expected.Standing up, I point at her stomach, which is a heck of a lot bigger than when I last saw it. "Oh my goodness, you are as full as a house!"A permanent grin
London baby, I have arrived! As Edmund and I sit in the back of the chauffeur driven car, my face is plastered to the window as I take in this new city that is now my home. There's so much to take in: it's incredible how one place can have so much vibrancy, multiculturalism, and a cosmopolitan edge all at once: the sky scraper buildings, glamourous clothes shops filling the high streets, the internationally renowned restaurants, the parks, the double deckers, the black cabs. And then there's the history: Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, Tower Bridge, the London Eye, 10 Downing Street, the Tower Bridge, the Great Fire, Barbican Arts Gallery. This city is truly a perfect blending of the past and present. Just when I am keen on continuing the driving tour, the car pulls up and I turn to Edmund, my mouth having popped open at where we've stopped."Tell me you're joking. This is not your place." Edmund chuckles heartily. "Is that a good thing?"I turn back to press my fa
"Call us the second you get there, alright?" Mom repeats herself for the fifth time in two hours. I am standing outside my favourite Japanese restaurant on Bridge Street in Wynyard, saying my final goodbyes for the night. Gabe has gone home and it's just me and my family, who won't let me get into my car and drive back home. It's my farewell party with my loved ones, and I've spent the night laughing, getting sentimental and emotional with my parents, Hansley, Jackie, and Gabe. My flight is tomorrow morning, and because I would find it too difficult to say goodbye to any of them at the airport, I suggested dinner instead. Less invasive this way."I get there at six in the evening, it will be three in the morning for you. I'll just text you first," I insist and she scowls at me."Fine, but as soon as you get off the plane, alright? I don't care what time. I just need to know you are safe. I will be expecting a text at 3AM," she insists, her tone unyieldingly stern. I nod at her dogg
Pacing around the room, I play with my fingers as I wait nervously. Don't be afraid, just tell him. He'll understand, I know it. As I continue rehearsing what I need to say, my door knocks. Okay, he's here. Taking a deep inhalation, I shuffle to the door and open it to greet the person on the other side."Hi darl!" Gabe leans in to give me an air kiss, before holding up a cheese platter and packet of crackers in front of me. "Okay, gossip time. I think the occasion calls for cheese and crackers."He has no idea what I've got in store for him. I grin as I take the food from him. "I'll get the bottle of wine. But I'm making chicken fajitas, so keep your stomach free for them."Closing the door behind him, Gabe saunters in looking like his fabulous self in a navy crested jacket and white pants. I put the cheese and crackers on the dining table, before grabbing the silver glittery gift bag sitting on one of the chairs. "Here, just a little something for helping out. How was it bac