Chapter 249

‘You seem distracted,’ Fabrizio said. ‘Is something wrong?’ ‘What? Huh? Oh, nothing.’ I shook my head. ‘Either that, or Rue des Barres has lost its charm. We just walked past the Fontaine Stravinsky, and you barely glanced at it.’ I looked around. It really was beautiful. Paris and romance were practically synonyms, and in early spring, the city was absurdly pretty. The chestnut trees lining the street were just starting to leaf, spilling soft green over the cream-coloured façades. Bright awnings flapped above bakery doors, café tables spilt onto the pavements, and the breeze smelled of flowers and warm bread. I pictured walking here with Ashton, hand in hand. The thought made me smile—then frown. I knew he was jealous of Fabrizio. The look on his face this morning when he dropped me off said so. But he had no reason to be. I was engaged to him. I didn’t break promises. Not unless someone gave me a damn good reason—like Rhys had, when he slapped me. It was only once, sure. But once is