The bright lights of the Parisian shopping mall twinkled as Ryan and Juliette walked side by side, weaving through the bustling crowd.

The air was filled with the scent of fresh pastries, perfumes, and the occasional whiff of coffee drifting from nearby cafes.

“So,” Juliette began, glancing at Ryan with a playful smile, “what kind of gift do you think your daughter would like? Or you don’t know what she likes?”

Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes scanning the shelves stacked with colorful toys and plush animals.

“Well, I think Amy loves dolls and anything pink,” he said with a small laugh. “But she’s also really into...