I first laid eyes on Zazie at a bustling coffee shop in Paris. She was sitting alone, her long, chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, a book open on the table before her. Her eyes, a deep hazel, were fixed on the pages, but I could tell she was aware of her surroundings. I was drawn to her immediately.I …
A frustrated frown on her normally smooth features, the woman ran to the phone while drying her hands on her dishtowel. Who on earth would be calling at this ungodly hour of the evening? “Bonjour, Ms. Thompson’s.” “Bonjour to you, too, Madamoiselle Maria, Comment allez vous?” “Michael?? Is that you, dear?” Maria asked delightedly. “Where […]
My second day saw me doing normal chambermaid duties until about 9:30 when I was sent up to a room on the top floor. After knocking I went in to find a young man in his late 20s standing there in a sports jackets and casual trousers. He said his name was Mick, [Hello, well […]