Dear Helen,
I lost hope when you didn't reply to my letters, thinking that you don't feel the same way about me. I felt crushed and hopeless when we moved to London but nevertheless, my spirits came back up. What happened to our promise under the oak tree? I hope you remember...
Love,
Jean
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It Started in Paris
ChickLitLauren goes to Paris for a business trip. She ignores the countless love letters that arrives at her door in her apartment in Paris. Her curiosity clicks her into opening the letters. Someone named Jean Hughe is the writer of the letters for...
