Obviously, this guy, Claude, drugged her and stole from her and he also possibly raped her or at least very likely sexually assaulted her in some way. She’s been left with a short red dress, some stiletto heels, and the underwear she slept in. There’s an indentation in the pillows next to her and her engagement ring, wallet, passport, suitcase etc are all gone. She remembers ordering a sparkling water but the rest is pretty sketchy. She’s dressed only in her underwear and has vague memories of some French guy plying her with wine. The day Chloe is due to fly home to Washington DC, she wakes up in her hotel room feeling ill and hung-over. I gather the event went okay because there’s nothing in the book about it (and who knows why a non-French speaking American is arranging an event in Paris anyway). She’s a last minute stand-in for her sick boss. Staid, non-drinker, event planner, Chloe Turner goes to Paris a week before her wedding to her boyfriend of eight years. The plot was quite reminiscent of the movie French Kiss (which was WAY better) and where it differed it was mostly in a bad way. I’d like to say Kissed in Paris got better but it didn’t really. I cannot even tell you how angry the beginning of this book made me.
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