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his eyes, softening from their typical stern appearance. This is it, this is the time for me to say something. I’m going to tell him my feelings for him, I’m going to lay it all out to him.
    “Tristan, I—”
    “Tristan, is that you ?”
    We both turn around to see who this mystery woman is. Long blonde hair, waif thin, long purple dress. She’s gorgeous, and she’s only got eyes for Tristan. Who the heck is this woman who just happened to ruin this could be divine, romantic Paris moment. And why am I feeling all sorts of rage right now towards her?
    I peek up to look at Tristan. He looks less than enthused to see her.
    “It’s Victoria. My old boss’s daughter.”
    In other words, his ex. That he’s still friends with.

CHAPTER FIVE
    This can’t be happening. Tristan’s gorgeous and statuesque blonde ex is standing right in front of us and she is eyeing him up hungrily: like a brand new designer handbag. And now she is walking towards Tristan, with a huge smile on her face no less.  My insides are writhing slowly. I would love nothing more than for Tristan to dismiss her or be rude to her but oh no, the corners of his mouth lift up into a friendly grin and he walks towards her, leaving me standing there to watch them embrace. The sight of him wrapping his big arms around her, and her returning it with fervent enthusiasm makes me all kinds of sick. They hold onto each other a few seconds longer than I would have liked and when they finally break away from each other’s arms they keep their arms around each other, staring into each other’s eyes. And I’m just standing here, watching this display of passion. Fuming quietly to myself.
    Crossing my arms, I watch Tristan break away from the hug, purposefully putting some distance between him and her.
    “What the hell are you doing here?”
    Victoria shrugs her pretty little shoulders. They’re broad and tan, and in that dress they emphasise her slender figure.
    “Small world, isn’t it?” She bats her eyelashes furiously at him, flicking her hair. Too damn small, it’s a miniscule dot evidently.  
    “I always come to Paris around this time of year.”
    “That’s right. You like to come here to feel more cultured and what not,” he says dryly, teasing her.
    “Stop it, that is so not true! I am like so cultured.” She slaps his arm gently, giggling in a rather high-pitched manner. Her laugh is a rather shrieking sound. “ So , guess what? I’m coming to the wedding.”
    “What wedding?”
    “The one you’re planning, silly! Marie and Alain’s.”
    My stomach churns with agony. Tristan’s gorgeous ex is not only in Paris, but she is also attending the wedding. That means she will be seeing Tristan again after this. I’m lost for words at how small the world is. It’s suddenly become a dot so small, it’s almost invisible.
    I can see the colour drain from his face, but he maintains perfect composure.
    “How did you…I don’t understand.”
    “Marie and I go a long way back, I went to school with her daughter Alice. Of course, when I found out you were planning the wedding I called her up and she gave me an invite! Remember the last time we came to Paris? We had so much fun on that trip last year—”
    Tristan knits his brows, his eyes alight with concern. “How the hell did you find out about me planning this wedding? That kind of information is not privy to you.”
    She looks unconcerned with his change of tone, and starts twirling her hair.
    “Umm, don’t you remember who my dad is? He knows like everybody.”
    I clench my jaw at the way she is looking at him. She wants him, bad .
    Finally, after what seems like the most torturous eternity, Tristan turns to gesture to me.
    “Victoria, this is Lacey. My wedding planner, we work together.”
    She turns to look at me and gives me a thinly veiled smile as she scrutinises me furiously, almost in a threatening way.
    I half expect her to walk over and shake my hand, or give me a hug. But