A/N from Claw: Hey, I just wanted to say sorry for the major lack of updates in our other stories (for those of you who are reading our other stories) and I promise we will update both of my other chapter fics by tommrow.

Blondie: We promise. Now, ONWARDS!!!

Florence's POV

Paris, France

'Yes, now I get to relax,' I think to myself as I plop into the armchair. I've been working so much that I hardly ever get to sit. Life had been out of control since last year. I've been working non-stop with a fashion industry for 5 months. I have to admit, it brings in nice pay. I am the vice president of Paris Jour Fashion. So, I am always busy deciding when the next photo shoot is or were the next catwalk will be. Occasionally I end up as a model. Especially during that one month when a ton of the models had quit. I think it's a bit weird walking and seeing an ad with your face on it.

Before I was working at a café near the Notre Dame. I quit when I realized that my boss was a perv.

I am sort of glad I moved to France after the …match. France, I think, is better than America. Moving to France had really been a joke, well insult really, from Freddie. (God, I even miss him)

After Anatoly ( and GOD, do I miss HIM!) had left, Freddie said "Why don't you just move to Paris now? I heard there is shit-loads of romance and sex in France."

At first I had glared at him, since he was pretty much calling me a slut, but later that week I thought about it and decided that Paris would be a nice place to live.

As for the romance…it sucks. I have dated two people since last year. One of them I just dated, because I was trying to prove to myself that I was over Anatoly. The other one I dated, because I wanted to move on from Anatoly. Both relationships went nowhere, but downhill. The first guy wanted nothing but sex only a week into the relationship. A WEEK! Man, I think his hormones were those of a teenage boy. I always rejected his "great" offers and he would be pretty pissed. All in all he was a complete jerk. He was worse then Freddie.

Sometimes I really really really wish I could see Freddie. Not as anything romantic, of course. (that's never happening again) But I would like to see Freddie and just talk to him as a friend. Then again, he was pretty crazy last time I saw him. I wonder if he is still angry at me for not getting back together with him. Naw, he probably found somebody. OHMYGOD! WHAT IF HE GOT MARRIED! That would be the funniest thing in the world. I bet his wife would have to be very patient. And she need to be up to Freddie's sky high standards. Like she would need to be smart, and she would probably need to be able to play chess, she can't be possessive of him, but he can completely own her. Oh and she would need a killer, top shape body. And she would need big boobs.

Freddie has too high demands. I didn't reach any of his standards, except for I could play chess and I am smart. Wait, probably not smart. I made some stupid-as-fuck decisions that show that I am probably an idiot. Like falling in love with Anatoly…We both knew it would never work out.

I sit down and shuffle through some letters. Most of them were about my job. Some of them were ads. One of them said something about World Wide Chess Interlinks. I rip open the letter and read through it.

A/N: I'm still too lazy type the letter. But I can assure you it says something about her being Freddie's assistant or second and its asking her to come to the match or whatever. You can be creative. :D

No. I shouldn't go. But, then again….

I take out my cell and type in the number.

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