Madison Hart fights to keep her engagement to billionaire Jace Harrison, who questions her investment. The world of fame surrounding her intensifies. Jace's ex girlfriends test Maddy, so does his family. A spotlight of negativity is on her, yet ever...
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I think I blacked out. I don't remember what happened. Did I fuck Jace? I'm laying down. Does that mean we went to bed? I can't remember what happened. My eyes open sluggishly. The Eiffel Tower is the first thing I see. It's about three blocks away. The impressive monument compliments the balcony, where white linen tables and plants rest. The noise of a harp travels from below. The pure white blanket around me holds rose petals. I beam at the sight. Aww! This is so romantic. Did he really do this for me??! This is too sweet! I sit up and reach for my phone:
JACE: I'll see you tonight, Honey Bunny 🤍
I gather up rose petals and bring my hand to my mouth. I press record and video myself blowing them toward the camera. My skin has this afterglow I've never seen before. It's as if my soul has awakened a light within me. Once the video is sent, I hop out of bed and walk to the balcony.
There's a hint of fresh bread and strawberries. I take a big whiff. Trees and bushes scatter the courtyard below. The hotel's building is made of cream bricks and grand pillars. The blue sky has little clouds. I lean over to stare down at a harp player, a woman in a flowy white dress.
"Bon après-midi madame." An airy voice comes from behind me. I turn and find a super-tall woman in an all-white suit. Her ruby hair reach past her hips. I swear she's a statue come to life; her body is perfection.
"Bon après-midi madame." I mimic her French accent perfectly.
"Monsieur Harrison m'a ordonné de vous faire visiter le Shangri-La."
"Désolé, mon français n'est pas bon." I cringe. "All I understood was Harrison and Shangri-La."
"No apologies needed; you could have fooled me, American. Most of you pronounce our words very poorly. I'll translate, since you are a prized guest. Monsieur Harrison ordered me to show you around the Shangri-La."
"I would love that, thank you."
"De rien." The porcelain-skinned woman smiles slightly. "Come, Mademoiselle."
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