Daisy's POV.

"Merlin, I don't understand you," I shook my head.

He wasn't making sense at all.

"I have found a way for us to go to Paris. I contacted a friend of mine and he said that he could fly us in his private jet. He is really willing to help us," He replied enthusiastically.

I wasn't willing to go anywhere. Brian and I still had a date to go on.

I believed that this trip was a mistake, and even the heavens were against it.

The bad weather was proof enough.

"Merlin, I don't..." I trailed off.

"You don't? Why don't you want to leave?" He asked, looking...