The Tales Of A French Woman (HEAVILY EDITING)

Chapter 1

Camille's POV

I sat in my grandmother's solicitor's office, clicking my heels on the Grecian tile impatiently. Can this man just hurry up, I'm already tired of being around my so-called family. Finally, Mr Edgar finds my grandmother's will and starts to read aloud,

"This is the last will and testament of the late Khloé Marie Perriere. I Khloé Perriere revoke my former Wills and Conducts and declare this to be my last will and testament. I direct my summerhouse in Milan and quarter of my property to my youngest son Jean Perriere and his wife Claire Perriere. The rest of my money, companies, houses and properties I leave to my youngest granddaughter Camille Kléa Perriere on the condition that she gets married before the end of the year. And for the rest of you... I'll be waiting in hell."

"B-but that's unfair!" my hoe of a cousin complained "How come she and her family get everything and we don't?"
"Because I was always grandma's favorite bitch" I said, buttoning my blazer up, I turned to her "now, if you'll excuse me I have a will to fulfill."
I hugged my parents and my brothers goodbye and hopped into my car. Damn, I knew grandma loved me but I didn't expect her to leave me everything. Ugh, but where am I going to find a decent man to marry before the year ends. I groaned in frustration and put my keys in the ignition. The engine of my luxury Ashton-Martin purred as I pulled out of the driveway. I glanced back at my grandma's Italian cottage, taking in the home of my late darling grandma. The home that had brought me so much joy over the years, and now my grandma's fortune.

I sprung into action the moment I stepped inside the studio. I had an exhibition piece that was due by the end of the month. By the time I had finished working it was lunchtime.

I strolled down the street to my favorite café, the sound of heels was drowned out by the Parisian bustle. I walked over to the counter, ordered the usual (a decaf chai and butter croissant), and sat outside, taking in the midday activity. As I daydreamed about my new fortune and my dream man, a little girl skipped over to me.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle," she said, her voice bubbly and bright "I really like your dress." She pointed to the flowy summer dress I had thrown on before leaving the house. "Merci dear." In the back of my head, I wondered where this little girl's parents were. Paris is a busy city, she could very easily get lost. I glanced around, looking for anyone who might be looking for her. "What is your name?" I asked worriedly. "Indila." she stated proudly.

Suddenly, a man raced out of the shop, a worried look on his face. He looked around in panic until his eyes fell on the little girl.
He rushed over to the table. He knelt down beside her, fussing over her, his eyes searching for any discernable injury. The little girl rolled her eyes "Papa, I'm fine." He glanced over at me apologetically. "It's fine, she's young and curious, no harm no foul." I looked across his face; handsome, bright, somehow rugged. His eyes were a tranquil blue with a strange speck of brown in his left. "Damn," I thought to myself "what a man..."

I reached my hand out, "Camille Perriere". He stood and shook it delicately; he had a strong grip but his hand was soft. He pulled out a notepad and pen from his pocket as I watched in confusion. He scribbled something on it:

I'm Jacob. Jacob Antoine.

This man was hot, and I didn't see a ring on that finger. "Um, I'm sorry, I don't normally do this but..." I hesitated, was I really about to ask this man out? "Would you like to go out some time?" Yes, I was. Jacob blushed gingerly, I looked over to his daughter smiling cheekily. He wrote on the notepad for what seemed like an eternity. He handed me the note:

Sure, can I give you my number?

I breathed a sigh of relief as I dug into my purse for my phone, he entered his number and smiled. Indila tugged his arm, "Papa, can we go for ice-cream?" Jacob nodded, he turned and gave me a knowing look. "Bye Camille!" Indila shouted as they walked off into the Parisian traffic.

And so my adventure started...

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