Page 120 of Devious Vow

I’m about to text Alistair to ask what we should do for dinner, when my phone buzzes with a number I instantly recognize.

My dad’s house in Paris.

“Bonjour?” I murmur cautiously.

“Ms. LeBlanc?”

I frown. “Yes? Who is this?”

“Bonjour, Ms. LeBlanc, my name is Rosa; I’m your father’s caretaker.”

We’ve emailed a few times since Marie dipped out to St. Tropez and hired Rosa. But we’ve never actually spoken on the phone.

Instantly I tense. “How’s my father?”

“Oh! Tout bien!” She says cheerily. I like her already. “Everything is good, Ms. LeBlanc. He’s just fine.”

I exhale slowly. “That’s great.”

“Of course. I apologize if I frightened you. It’s just that I’ve been cleaning out your father’s home office at the request of Mrs. LeBlanc?—”

That would be Marie.

“—and I came across some things I thought you might want.”

My brow furrows. “Oh?”

“Oui. Just some papers and a letter—” She laughs musically. “I promise I didn’t read them. They were all clipped together with a post-it note with your name on it.”

“Weird.”

“Would you like me to put them in the mail for you? I can send them express.”

I smile, curious. “You know what? That’d be great. Thank you!”

“Ce n’est pas un problème!”

I give her Alistair’s address, obviously. Then we end up chatting for a few more minutes about my dad and random stuff before we say goodbye.

I’m grinning when I hang up. My father might be in a coma, but at least now I have a voice to go with the stranger watching over him, and Rosa seems fantastic.

I’m lounging on the couch in panties and one of Alistair’s shirts when there’s a knock on the door.

Instantly, my mood sours again.

Goddammit, Camille.

I glance at my phone, and of course, there’s a bunch of texts that I missed while I was chatting with Rosa.

Camille:

Eloise, we’re sisters!

Camille:

Please!

Camille:

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