Zane’s POV

The cool air of Paris brushed against my face as Belle and I stepped out of the hotel and into the sun-dappled streets. The morning was alive, vibrant, and buzzing with a low hum of activity. A strange mix of excitement and calmness settled inside me as I glanced over at Belle, her golden hair catching the morning light. She looked radiant, more at ease than I’d seen her in a long time, and the sight of her like this—happy, comfortable—made my heart swell.

We walked down the cobblestone streets, and I let my hand casually brush against hers, the simple touch enough to remind me that this...