Once inside my hotel room, I kicked off my shoes and stretched my legs. Just as I was debating whether or not to take another bubble bath – the excuse being that God knows when I’d be able to take another one, since I lived in a dorm with communal showers – I heard a knock on the door.
I steeled myself. What if it was him? What would I do?
“Who is it?” I called out.
“The concierge, mademoiselle.”
I went and opened the door. The concierge stood holding a vase full of tulips. “These arrived for you while you were out. I took the liberty of putting them in water.”
I thanked him and tipped him and then shut the door again. I placed the vase on the table next to the other vase full of the now withering red roses Sebastian had given me earlier that week.
I sat staring at the tulips. They were red and yellow, just like the ones I’d admired at Versailles. The flowers bore no card. They didn’t need one. I knew who they were from.
~
At two o’clock in the afternoon the next day, I boarded my return flight.
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