Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chapter 7 Winter slowly moved to spring, my twenty-first birthday was fast approaching. Daddy had finally made good on his promise, made to me when I was nine or ten, to take me to Paris. We had missed my nineteenth and twentieth birthdays, and there was NO way we’d miss it again, or renege on my twenty-first! I understood daddy’s time constraints this time of year, so I never complained. Pouted, yes, but never complained. “This year, daddy?” I shyly asked. “This year, Chloe. I’ve already put …