CHAPTER TWELVE
Early the next morning, Keira left Cristiano sleeping and went to sit at her desk. She was finding writing much easier for this assignment. Her and Cristiano’s love felt solid, unshakable, and weaving their story into the romance of Paris came naturally. In fact, looking back over her notes stunned even her. Had these eloquent words really come from her mind?
She lost herself in her work, typing on her laptop as though in a trance.
Paris has a reputation that precedes it. I’ve seen her on the big screen, read about her in the pages of literary masterpieces. The City of Love. The City of Lights. I’m fully prepared for the reality not to match up to the hype. But Paris not only lives up to her reputation, she surpasses it. No other city has the ability to make torrential ra
