Only one way to find out.
I held my breath, then double-clicked on the message.
And when I saw the word written in big bold letters at the start of the email, I let out a high-pitched scream.
Congratulations!
I quickly skimmed the rest of the email and when I read the all-important words, I jumped off my seat.
We’ve found your perfect match!
You are cordially invited to join us at The Love Hotel in Paris to meet the man of your dreams…
‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Godddd!’ I screamed, leaping into the air like a lunatic. ‘Juliette!’ I shouted.
I needed to tell Juliette!
I raced to the front door, then stopped, thinking I should bring my laptop to show her. I needed a second opinion to make sure it was real.
After sprinting back to the kitchen, I whipped my laptop off the table, then shot through the door and started frantically ringing Juliette’s bell.
She’d given me a key to her house but the one time I used it, I walked in on her and her lover in a very compromising position on the hallway floor, so I decided it was better to stick to knocking instead.
‘I am coming!’ she called out. By the time she opened the door, I was bouncing around like a child who was high on sugar.
‘What is wrong?’ Her brows furrowed.
‘Look!’ I held up the laptop and jabbed at the screen. ‘It’s from the Love Hotel! I’m going!I think? That’s what it says, doesn’t it?’
Juliette calmly took the laptop from me, took it through to the conservatory, sat down and studied the screen.
‘Oui!’ A wide smile erupted across her face. ‘You have a place! Congratulations, darling!’
‘This is… I don’t know how I can thank you!’ I threw my arms around Juliette and gave her a tight squeeze.
I knew she wasn’t really one for gushing or displays of affection, but right now, I didn’t care. I was so grateful.
‘It says that the balance has to be paid to confirm your place,’ Juliette said.
‘Shit. I forgot about that part.’ My shoulders sagged. ‘I was so excited I hadn’t even checked the invoice that was attached to the email.’
Juliette got up and I slumped down on the seat, dragged my fingers over the trackpad, then clicked on the invoice.
Bloody hell.
That was alotof money.
Just as I was racking my brain, trying to think of what I could sell to raise the cash I needed, Juliette breezed in, waving a platinum credit card.
‘I will take care of it, darling,’ she smiled, handing it to me.
‘What?’ I shouted, looking at the card which had someone else’s name on it who I assumed was one of her lovers. ‘No way! I couldn’t ask you to do that! You already paid the deposit. I’ll raise the money somehow. I’ll ask for overtime at work or… I don’t know, maybe I could sell my car?’
Then again, I needed that for work. That’d be totally irresponsible. Therehadto be a way though.
‘Nonsense! This is one of the benefits of dating rich men. They give you credit cards and as long as you keep their dick happy, most don’t even check what you use their money for.’ She laughed.
‘But isn’t that like,fraud?’ I frowned.
