Chapter 205

Olivia POV

By seven, I was back at the hotel, my feet sore but my heart full. I ordered room service for a light dinner, not wanting to fill up before whatever Alexander had planned for later.

The roses in the bedroom had been refreshed while I was out, their scent even stronger now. I ran a bath in that ridiculous marble tub, adding the complimentary bath salts and sinking into the hot water with a sigh of pure contentment.

Paris. I was actually in Paris, living in a palace-like hotel suite, exploring one of the world's most beautiful cities, and waiting for my devastatingly handsome husband to return from business meetings so we could have dinner together.

My life had become surreal.

I was wrapped in the plush hotel robe, hair damp from the bath, when I heard the suite door open.