IT WAS six in the evening when Drake and Mary decided to have a walk near the Eiffel Tower. They sat down on the bench and got a perfect view of the glimmering tower.

Drake reached for her hand and put it on his lips as he placed a soft kiss.

“Mary,” he breathed and put down their hands as he looked at her side. Mary met his eyes. “I don’t want us to fight. If we can fix it right away, we shouldn’t prolong it,” Drake said.

Mary heaved a deep sigh. “I’m sorry if I’m like this. I can’t help but get angry or lay my hands on...