Page 67 of A Win-Win Situation

"You two will be working closely together to make sure the opening event runs smoothly," Lucas explains, clapping Simon on the back before leading me to my own office. We reach a door to a cozy-looking office, complete with a large window that overlooks the ocean, and there’s also two beautiful plants set in the corners.

"Here it is, your own little space."

My jaw drops as I take in the room in more detail. There’s a brand new laptop on the desk and next to it, I notice a vase of tulips. My eyes widen in surprise and delight, and I can't help but let out a small gasp.He remembered.

Tulips have always been my favorite flowers, and it's such a thoughtful gesture for someone to have put them there for me. If I ask Lucas, he’ll say it was Camille, but I know deep down that he did it. He’s the only one I’ve told about the flowers. Warmth spreads through me as I approach the vase and bend down to inhale its sweet fragrance.

I turn toward Lucas, his eyes almost black as he studies me with an intense expression. I can't quite read his thoughts, but there’s a slight flutter in my chest at the way he's looking at me. I straighten up and move my gaze to the walls. They’re the same beige as the rest of the office, however, one of the walls is adorned with three, blue picture frames.

Once again, Lucas is the only one here who knows my favorite color is blue.

He must have done this, but when? We’ve been together the whole weekend.

Except for yesterday, when he came home looking completely drained.

I walk toward the wall and study the pictures—two of the images are of Sophie, Adeline and I. One features us wearing our PowerPuff girl pajamas, each of us dressed in our respective characters. I smile; we're supposed to be grown-ups, but for some unknown reason, that show holds a special place in our hearts.

I move my gaze to the other picture of us three. My eyes narrow slightly as I tilt my head, how did he get this picture? It’s a picture we took at the club, right here in Nice.

The last picture is slightly bigger; it’s of Lucas and I.

It’s the picture I saw on the French gossip site, the one where we actually look like a happy couple.

"Sophie sent those to me. I felt your office needed some personalized touches," Lucas says, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I nod slowly, still trying to process everything.

"When did you do this?" I ask.

"They got it done yesterday."

Not they, you, I think to myself, but I say nothing. I allow him to deny credit for this wonderful gesture.

"Thank you,” I say, grateful for the effort he put into making my office feel more personal.

"You're welcome," he responds with a gentle smile.

My phone buzzes. I take it out of my bag to find a few messages from an unknown number.

Unknown number

Did you seriously get married?!!

Did you?

Please say it’s just gossip.

It was a mistake. I told you I was sorry.

I had a feeling about who it was, but the last text confirms it. It’s clearly John.

Me

Delete my number.

And yes, I’m married. Stop texting me before my husband gets upset.

I block his number again, praying to God that this time, he’ll leave me alone.

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