Dear Helen,
Today was the big day. I went to the place where we first met and expected to see you there but, just like the other days, you didn't show up. I had no choice but to marry Cherise. I had no power in my hands. By the time you read this, we might have returned to London already.
I'm sorry, mon amour. Good-bye.
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...
