“Whoa, is this yours?” Sophia asked, her eyes fixed on the sleek motor yacht docked gracefully at the marina. It was breathtaking. 

Having joined countless yacht tours thanks to her father’s deep love for coastal getaways, she thought she had seen every kind of vessel. But this one was truly exceptional. 

“No, it’s not mine. If you want to see mine, you’ll have to come with me to Paris,” Julian replied, his fingers lacing through hers as he led her aboard.

 “However, for tonight, it belongs to us. I’ve rented it for the evening.”

“Wow, it’s absolutely stunning,” she marveled as she stepped inside. “I’ve never seen anything quite this...