Chapter 12: Paris
*Sophie’s POV*
Once the plane landed, I couldn't believe I was in Paris. I felt a sense of excitement, and yet at the same time, I struggled with fighting voices from my childhood. Voices that whispered, ‘This reality isn't going to last, you don't deserve to be here, something bad is going to happen soon.’
My mother's voice seemed to find me no matter where I ran.
"Everything ok?" Nigel asked, interlocking his fingers with mine.
I nodded my head, smiled, and returned my gaze to the beautiful scenery outside.
‘Paris. Who would have thought an old country gal like me would get such an opportunity?' I asked myself.
"I’ll drop you off at the hotel; I have some business to take care of. I have two personal assistants here in Paris, and one will be at the hotel to take care of anything you need,” Nigel reassured me.
"And when will you be back?" I asked, concerned about how long I would be alone.