Chapter 11
Rossie wore the rose-shaped gold pendant that her grandmother had given her at her first communion, which she considered lucky, and stepped out of the limo. In Paris, she glanced toward the sky and the top of the historical mansion and held her breath. The white stone walls had a soft light that shone on them and a balcony overlooked the street.
Stephano placed his hand on her lower back and led her inside through an elegant black door with glass panes. White marble flooring with black trim and cream walls all seemed magical. She stayed beside him, though gently patted his stomach as she said, “Stephano, this hotel is beautiful.”
Without looking around, he shrugged and directed them farther into the lobby, past a white marble statue and toward the dark wood table clearly made
