LORETTA

Three hours later, I had come to a conclusion: thep man I was about to marry in a few weeks was completely insane.

“Paris,” I mused for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

The word still sounded absurd coming out of my mouth.

Paris

As in Paris, France.

As in the city of lights, romance, beautiful architecture, expensive restaurants, and people who probably drank champagne for breakfast.

And apparently, as in our first date.

I glanced sideways at the man walking beside me as we crossed the private terminal toward his jet. Elion looked completely unbothered by the fact that he had casually announced we were flying...