Paris (Entangle Me Book 4) Read Free Page B

Herveaux, a forty-two year-old twice divorced socialite from New York who is getting married to Alain Langlais, a sixty year-old businessman also twice divorced. Tristan was able to secure her because he had planned several fundraisers for her in the past and combined with my reputation and expertise, she was more than convinced to hire us. Hopefully third time’s a charm, but they are definitely sparing no expense. We have a two-day extravaganza to plan for them: an intimate family-only ceremony and dinner reception on Friday at Chateau de Riviera, 15th Century castle about forty kilometres north of Paris. Because Alain is a naturalised citizen, the paperwork side of things has been fairly smooth and I was able to expedite the arrangement of a legally binding ceremony. This will then be followed the next day with a more relaxed, and deliciously banquet-filled reception which overlooks the Seine River for their friends and extended family. Divine, just divine. Tristan has also been entrusted to plan the couple’s honeymoon, which he says will be a pretty amazing surprise for both the couple.
    As for the love story behind the couple, it’s really something to be believed.
    They’ve known each other their whole lives, yet only fell in love a year ago. Growing up on the same streets of Paris as children, they were childhood friends until Marie moved away to New York with her family. They met and fell in love with other people – Marie married Gregory, an investment banker and she happily settled into her role as devoted wife and mother. Together they had two children. Alain stayed in Paris and married his university sweetheart Annie but they never had children. In fact, it was because they didn’t have any children that led to their divorce. Marie became available but it was not by choice – Gregory was diagnosed with prostate cancer. They had a few good months before he tragically passed away. Marie and Alain reconnected when Marie decided to take an extended break in Paris to be closer to her parents, and neither of them expected to find love in each other. It’s beautiful, really how love can arise from tragedy. It really has the power to heal.
    Before we left I was constantly on my laptop or phone making arrangements with the venue, the caterers, florists and makeup people. Fortunately, with the help of Gabe, we have been able to confirm a lot of the crucial details and Gabe was a lot more patient with their thick accents than I was. Now it’s off to the city of love to get this show on the road. Me and Tristan, together in Paris. It’s a recipe bound for success, or disaster.
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    The plane takes off, and I am now bound for France. The worst bit is over and I am feeling more relaxed now. I have worn three elastic bands on each wrist for this flight, ready to be flicked whenever I need to distract myself and avoid another panic attack. I’m getting the hang of flying without the Xanax, but I can still get nervous. Think that bottle of shiraz might come in handy. 
    If I have to fly more often, first class is definitely the way to go. Tremendously better seating, much better food, and way better company. Oh and I just happen to be sitting right next to Tristan. I don’t know what is making me more nervous - sitting next to him or being sixteen thousand feet in the air.
While Tristan and I are sitting smack bang in the middle of first class, Gabe is sitting all the way at the back. Why oh why is Gabe not with me? He’s the only one who can calm me down when there’s turbulence.
    The seatbelt sign turns off and Tristan unbuckles his seatbelt and gets up, presumably to go to the bathroom. I use the chance to unbuckle mine and take out my laptop, keen to work on my run sheet. As soon as Tristan walks off, Gabe scoots down and sits in his seat.
    “How are you two lovebirds doing?” Gabe grins.
    I smirk at his enduring nosiness into our relationship status. “Busy. We’ve barely spoken to each other, and I