The next morning, Serena stood by the tall French windows of her hotel suite, sipping her coffee as she took in the breathtaking view.

The sky was painted with soft hues of pink and gold, the early morning light casting a warm glow over the rooftops of Paris.

Her body felt well-rested, but her mind was already preparing for the day ahead.

Today, she was visiting a vineyard with Phillippe, another one of his carefully curated plans to make sure she “experienced” Paris the way he intended.

She still wasn’t sure whether he was doing all this just to impress her or if he truly wanted her to see Paris...