I stare in admiration at the Dubai fountain as a Bollywood song plays. We had arrived at the restaurant a short while ago and we are seated on the balcony of a private room that overlooks the water, and the famous fountain that is putting on an impressive show.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so beautiful.” I say, blushing as I realise once again I got distracted by it. I turn back to Marcel and take up my glass of champagne.

“Carry on, I was enjoying my own view.” He replies, making me blush as he drinks his own champagne.

I smile, staring up into those soft brown eyes. “So, tell...