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"Remind me never to wear stilettos in Paris, EVER AGAIN." Emma painfully sighed as the three beautiful girls sat down at their table in the Le Bar Botaniste, in the hotel where they were staying. "My feet have never hurt so much." She added as the handsome waiter made his way with the cocktail and wine menus.

Presley nodded in agreement; the cobbles were not made for the thin heel, and although the Louboutin's Emma wore were magnificent, Presley had no doubt that her feet were aching beyond belief.

"Successful day, though?" Juno remarked as they looked at the multiple bags of designer shopping that stood around their table. Soon, the concierge would come and pick them up to deliver them to their rooms. "Now, the important questions – what are we drinking?" She was enthused as they looked through the menus.

There was a consensus to have one or two fun cocktails first before moving to either wine or champagne. "I'm thinking probably champagne; Juno never does well with red wine." Presley winked, referring to the night when her best friend drank a whole carafe of Merlot, thinking that it was blackcurrant squash. In defence of the blonde, they had been drinking tequila.

The two girls burst out laughing, reminiscing that whole evening. It was one of the first times that Milo and Jaspar had been in the same room without killing each other. Although Juno had thrown up the red wine of Jaspar's favourite denim jacket.

Presley ordered 'To Bee or not to Bee', a honied cognac take on the traditional sidecar. She wasn't exactly sure what the taste would be like, but it spoke to her, or the name did. Of course, Juno went for the tequila-based one, aptly named 'Hop Hop Hop', which is exactly what she would be doing at the end of the night. Surprisingly, Emma went for the 'Willy Tonka', a darker, more vanilla-based twist on the classic Manhattan, which was her least favourite drink.

The waiter nodded and brought over a silver platter of various mini snacks, including popcorn which Presley had deemed the perfect companion to cocktails.

"Okay, so I need to know everything that's happened since I last saw you both?" Presley noted as they waited for their drinks. "Basically, how is Pierre?" She smirked, looking in the direction of Emma, who, without a drink in her hand, had no excuse not to answer.

The artist's cheeks flushed pink, and she chewed her lip. Clearly, her mind was on the Frenchman who had seemingly whisked her from her feet since the skiing trip. Emma had only been back to New York once since New Year and the first of March.

Emma smiled, "He's great, like really incredible." She gazed, her smile only stretching when she told the two girls that he had asked her to move to Monaco and that she had happily accepted. "Pierre knows what he wants, and that's me," Emma informed the table as the cocktails were brought over.

A gasp echoed around the square oak table as the waiter placed the drinks in front of the requester. They were used to beautiful cocktails, but these were a work of art. The attention to detail was perfect, and Presley noticed that there were little Bee's etched into the glass on the coupe glass.

The girls held the glasses to cheers before taking a sip of their drinks. Presley was the first to comment, "Wow." That was all she good say, and she quickly took another sip. "This is incredible, I had no idea what to expect, but damn, I think I've found my new drink." Presley laughed as she waited to hear the responses from her friends.

"There is a reason why tequila is my go-to." Juno laughed, and Emma could tell that the thought of ordering tequila shots was already crossing her mind. "How is your drink, Em?" Juno asked.

Emma explained that whilst the classic Manhattan left little to desire, her 'Willy Tonka' was incredible. These drinks were about to be finished very quickly at the rate the girls were sipping them, but they had had little to drink all day apart from the champagne offered at each of the boutiques they had shopped at.