Dear Helen,
This Sunday is my son's big day. I'm still hoping to see you at that bench where I first saw you or if not, I hope you'd pass by the Notre Dame Cathedral.
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...
