CHAPTER 11

NEOLA

'What? Oh my god, Neola!' I pulled the phone off my ear to

avoid myself from going deaf. Geez, the woman can scream.

"Yep. He already knows that I am Neola." I sat

down on the couch near the window which overlooks the sea as we both talk. We

are back in Normandy, France. The view was just breathtaking I almost forgot

that I was talking to Elle.

'Then what will happen now? Am I going to get murdered?'

"No, of course! You silly. He doesn't know that--"

"Doesn't know what, exactly?" I turn around just

in time to see his smirk turn into a full blown...