"What? Who Emma? Wait, first you said your name was Emma and now..."
"Oh Lord! Just take this!" Reneé said, thrusting the note into his hand. He observed the paper, his forehead creasing.
"These are our Christmas greeting cards, where did you get these?"
"Wait, what? You did not write them?" Reneé couldn't understand, what was going on?
"Of course not, my handwriting can never be that good. We print about hundreds of these every year and send a greeting to all our Christmas customers. But...this doesn't make sense. Maybe somebody got a blank card and used it..." he said scratching his jaw.
"What are you talking about? What customers?"
"My mother sells candles and cupcakes. She sends these in all the December orders"
"Are you for real? Why didn't you put the company name?"
She couldn't trust her ears, what was this mess?
"That's on top of the box already" he explained.
"I can't believe this. I came all this way...Of course, how can I do something right? Oh God! I'm stupid! So utterly stupid" she said as pulled at her hair out of frustration.
Confusion, frustration and impatience buzzed through her mind, she was downright annoyed.
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One Balloon Away
Dla nastolatkówJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
