Chapter 74
Return to Paris
(Maya’s POV)
“I am not ready to go back.”
Amber stood in the middle of my bedroom at the vineyard, holding a half-packed suitcase and staring at me like she was trying to will me into submission.
“Maya,” she said patiently, “you’ve been saying that for two weeks. You can’t hide out here forever.”
“I’m not hiding,” I said, crossing my arms. “I’m… decompressing.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Decompressing? Is that what we’re calling it now?”
I sighed and looked away. “You don’t understand, Amber. I lost my job. My reputation is still a mess. And the last thing I want to do is go back to a city that won’t stop talking about me.”
Amber closed the suitcase and leaned against it. “You still have your position with the Paris Football Club,” she reminded me.
“Yes,”
