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She wandered around taking in each lavish detail All the accessories froht switches to the lamps, the vases to the mirrors, had a nineteen twenties art deco vibe to them In fact, Polly narrowed her eyes, she was no expert but that fruit bowl looked pretty genuine to her

If the bathroom had an enormous roll-top bath, vast, thick towels and an array of scented creams and bubbles then Polly had either died and entered her own personal heaven or was in some kind of weird reality show tailored to her every need

She tiptoed through the large bedroo with approval the terrace off it, coers, and entered the bathroom

Oh! It was utterly perfect

Would it be very wrong to have a bath when she was supposed to be prepping for the oddest businessshe had experienced in ten years of work?

Reality asserted itself A chill ran through her

What kind ofrooe of her solitude to colected on the way here More importantly she should phone Rachel and find out what on earth was going on

Maybe, if this was all a mistake, she could book the suite anyway After all, she was here now She was finally in Paris It would be a shame to just turn around and make her way tamely home now that her mother’s spell was broken

With a last longing glance at the bath Polly returned to the sitting rooe to bounce on the bed as she passed it

It was all just as gorgeous when she walked back into the main room but it just didn’t have the sa, too spacious Too lonely

This hy she had never stayed anywhere like this This was a suite made for two For lovers Froers to the sumptuous robes, it was a place heavy with romantic possibilities

Polly walked over to theand out onto the balcony, looking at the Eiffel Tower more like a set from a film than an actual view What would it be like to be here with soht now, so the city below?

What would it be like to stay here with Gabe?

Polly tried to push the thought away but it stuck there, persistent She had shared so much with him the last feeeks If only she could share this too Had she tried hard enough to get through to hi up and putting the baby first

Had that been the right thing to do? It had certainly been the sensible thing, the logical thing

But should she have fought harder?

Her hands clenched In her desperation to prove that she wasn’t her mother, had she throay her only chance at happiness?

A soft knock at the door pulled her out of her introspection and she gave the view one last, longing look It was time to work