First Sight by Danielle Steel Read Free Book Online Page B

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    “Actually, I feel like shit,” Timmie said with a grin. “I think I’m just tired. I wish Paris were at the beginning of Hell Month, instead of the end. By the time we get here for the ready to wear shows, I’m always beat. I think I wore myself out in Milan.” Although it had been a good show there too, and she’d been pleased. She hoped the one in Paris would be as good. She had selected the best models in Paris, and so far the clothes had looked great on all of them.
    “Take it easy this weekend,” Jade said, looking worried, as David came to pick her up in Timmie’s room. Their rooms were just across the hall from hers. “You don’t need to do anything. It’s all done.” She knew Timmie was thrilled with the fabrics she had ordered for the following year. She had gotten everything she’d wanted, and they were having several fabrics woven especially for them. The clothes she would design using them would be totally unique. “Are you going to any of the parties here?”
    “I should probably make an appearance at a few of them.” A lot of the design houses gave parties in Paris, but Timmie O was not going to this year, which was something of a relief, and it was also why Jade and David were able to get away to London. Otherwise, they would have been stuck, working in Paris over the weekend. They also knew they would have to make up for not entertaining this time, by giving some kind of bash when they came back for the next ready to wear shows in February. But at least this time they were off the hook. “Maybe I’m coming down with the flu,” Timmie said with a thoughtful look. “I’ll be fine after a good night’s sleep.” She had been thinking about ordering room service that night, instead of going to one of her favorite bistros. She wasn’t in the mood, and a quiet night in her room was suddenly a lot more appealing. She was planning to order soup, and go straight to bed.
    “Call if you need us for anything,” Jade reminded her, and gave her a hug as they left. She knew that Timmie would be happy wandering around Paris all weekend, and visiting her favorite haunts, unless of course she got sick, which she and David both hoped she wouldn’t.
    “I’m not going to need anything. You two just have fun.” They were young enough to actually enjoy running off to London for a round of parties, even after three killing weeks of work. She had made a dinner reservation for them at Harry’s Bar, on her account, which was yet another treat for them. And she felt a thousand years old herself as she climbed into a hot bath, shortly after they left. The chance to soak lazily in the warm water in the deep tub felt good after weeks of hard work, especially the last few days in Paris.
    She thought about Zack, as she lay in the bath. She hadn’t called him since the morning they arrived. There didn’t seem to be much point, and he knew where she was. He could have called her and hadn’t. But he was on her mind, so she sent him a brief e-mail when she got out of the bath, just to keep communication open between them. She didn’t want to close any doors before she got back. She called room service after that, ordered chicken soup, read a chapter in the book she’d brought with her and hadn’t had time to read so far, and fell asleep by ten o’clock.
    She woke up at two in the morning, feeling violently ill, and spent the rest of the night throwing up. She felt absolutely awful, and finally fell asleep again at six in the morning, as the sky over Paris was beginning to lighten. The last thing she wanted was to be sick in Paris, and miss the opportunity to enjoy the city she loved so much. It was really miserable luck, and she obviously had picked up a flu on her travels. It was noon when she next woke up, and finally felt better, although her stomach muscles ached from retching all night. But at least when she got out of bed, she no longer felt nauseous. It had been a rough night, but the worst