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“I haven’t really watched much of it, why?”
“I can get two VIP passes for the Monaco Gran Prix next weekend,” I click the link to make sure that they are still available. “The cars will come right beneath us going into the straight away. I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“I’m game.” She shrugs, arching her eyebrows. “Like I said, it’s all new to me.”
I click again to purchase our tickets and then open another app to register for a helicopter ride from the Nice airport. I also send a request for a diamond suite at the Hotel Hermitage. Hopefully the fact that Dad was a frequent guest will help me secure a last minute reservation.
“I am meeting with Dad’s attorneys tomorrow morning to talk about Dad’s estate. Then we can leave tomorrow afternoon and spend a few extra days there,” I suggest. “I’ve had more than enough of this city.”
“Yeah, I won’t miss the photographers or TMZ.” She sighs.
Mandy
Within minutes Trey receives a call from someone at the Hermitage Hotel letting him know that they are doing their best to accommodate us. I’m impressed by the way he handles himself, sounding so professional. He doesn’t need to cheat to be successful in business. He has the charisma and drive that attracts people and now he has the capital to finance any project he chooses to do. I’m sure he will do great things.
“We can actually have the penthouse at the Hermitage until Saturday, then it’s promised to a Saudi Prince for the weekend.” His eyes spark in a way that reveals the little boy that still resides inside. “Prepare to have your mind completely blown.”
“Where will we stay Saturday night?” I inquire, having just read that the race is going to be held on Sunday.
“We’ll see. I’ve got all week to figure that out.” He shrugs in a carefree way. “We might have to stay in Nice or something. I’m just stoked that we can have the penthouse until then.” He holds up a picture of an ocean view on his phone. “See what I mean?”
“Wow, that’s gorgeous. Is that the view from our room?”
“Yeah, it’s a rooftop terrace. Mom and Dad stayed there for their 20th wedding anniversary… which ironically ended up being their last anniversary together.” He grimaces.
“Hopefully the room isn’t cursed.”
“I don’t believe in curses.” He narrows his eyes giving me a condescending look. “We all make our own luck.”
“I was just joking.” I sneer, returning a little of his attitude. I have a nervous feeling brewing in my stomach again though. It’s not like me to fly off to France to spend a week with someone I am just getting to know. Everything is happening so quickly that it seems difficult to get my bearings. Just when I begin to adjust emotionally, something else comes along to throw me back off balance. I’m not sure I’m ready for all of this.
“Here we are,” Tony says, stopping at the curb of the hotel. I take a deep breath and remind myself that things are working out far better than I ever could have imagined.
“Just relax,” Trey says, sensing my continuing apprehension. “If you decide you would rather go home than go to Monaco… just say the word. I’ll take you home.”
“I’m sorry, my rational mind keeps telling me that this is all too good to be true,” I reply, just to get it off my mind.
“Seriously? You haven’t seen anything yet.” He laughs, taking me by the hand. “Come on… I have a surprise for you.”
As we exit the car I consciously decide to embrace the whirlwind. After all, I could be in a lot of worse places than the Four Seasons with a totally gorgeous future billionaire. I need to learn how to shut off my mind and just go with the flow.
Chapter 18
Trey
It is only a matter of time before Mandy realizes that the clothes she packed for Geneva are a little too warm for the French Riviera. If Liv has taught me anything, it is to anticipate such issues and head them off in advance. I just ordered a fitting for Mandy, so someone will be stopping by the hotel about three o’clock to take her measurements. I intend to spoil this girl in more ways than one.
“What’s the surprise?” she asks, giving me a flirty smile.
“Someone will be stopping by later this afternoon to take your measurements,” I inform her.
“My measurements? For what?” She gives me a perplexed scowl.
“You will need some lighter clothes,” I reply. I can tell my insightfulness has caught her off guard. “You’ll be able to go online and place an order for whatever you think you will need for the week.”
