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Chapter 61: To Le Ciel Bleu
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The city lights began to twinkle as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Exhausted and emotionally drained, I craved a moment of peace. With a sigh, I decided to visit Le Ciel Bleu.
"Marlon, can we go to Le Ciel Bleu."
"Certainly, Ma'am," he replied. He pulled away from the curb, the familiar route to the restaurant a blur as I leaned my head against the cool glass window.
Le Ciel Bleu exuded a certain Parisian charm. A wrought-iron fence adorned with climbing ivy surrounded a small patio.
As we arrived, Marlon opened the car door for me with his usual courtesy.
"You can go home, Marlon," I said, turning to my driver. "I'll call you when I'm ready."
"Are you sure, Ma'am?"
"Yes, thank you," I replied and walked towards the restaurant, taking a seat at a corner table near the large glass wall.
I opted for a quiet table in the corner, away from the main crow
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