Chapter 23 - THE MYSTERY OF PARIS
Maya felt her blood run cold as she read the handwritten words over and over again in the quiet corner of the bridal suite.
She stared at the delicate silver key resting in her palm, its surface etched with an intricate European coat of arms.
Julian entered the room quietly, noticing her pale expression and the trembling paper held tightly in her fingers.
"Maya, what's wrong?" Julian asked gently, stepping over to wrap his arms around her shoulders.
Maya handed him the letter, watching his eyes scan the mysterious text with growing concern and surprise.
"My mother told me my father died in a car crash before I was born," Maya whispered, her voice shaking slightly.
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"Someone lied to your mother, Maya," Julian said thoughtfully, examining the golden wax seal under the chandelier light.
"We leave for Paris tomorrow morning," Julian decided firmly, looking into her eyes with protective resolve.
