(Dmitri’s Thoughts)

It is my last day here in France, I promised Heather I only need a week to finalize the opening and other business matters here. And then, I'll go back to the States.

And after what I witnessed last, last night, there's no reason for me to stay here. "She's already happy with someone else. She finally got the love she truly deserves, something I didn't give to her back then," I sigh convincing myself.

But if I am ready to really let her go, why did my feet bring me here? And why do I have this yellow bouquet of flowers in my hand?

I am now...