I pulled up at a hotel and picked up my purse before getting out of the car.
The cool air blew my chest and stomach and I suddenly felt exposed.
Should I wear a shawl?
But the shawl I had in the car was coffee brown and I knew the fashion police of Lyon were going to come get me and embarrass me on a magazine.
I wasn’t ready for that.
And I’d come so far to already go back.
Moreover, I didn’t want to be late and prove incompetent.
So I smoothed my dress and walked into the hotel lobby.
Wow, I’d never been here and I never realized it was so beautiful either.
And judging from the Carrara Marble floors, this place was mighty ostentatious.
Immediately, a man walked to towards me with a smile.
“Bonsoir Mademoiselle(Good evening Madame)” he greeted.
I replied with a small smile and
