Honeymoon in Paris

The black car pulled up to the curb with a gentle stop, its glossy exterior reflecting the warm pinks and golds of the early Parisian sunset. All around them, the city buzzed in elegant whispers — the soft clink of café glasses, the gentle rustle of wind through street trees, and far off, the hum of a violin echoing from a metro entrance.

Sophie stepped out first, her heels clicking softly against the cobblestones as she took in the view. Before her rose the historic façade of their hotel — a five-star landmark draped in ivy and blooming white roses. Iron balconies curled like lace along every...