EpilogueI wrap myself tighter in my fur-trimmed coat, the one I wore the first time Mark and I met, and gaze up at the magnificent sight of the Eiffel Tower ahead of us. Mark steps up behind me, and rests his arm around my shoulders, which I gratefully lean back into.
Despite darkness already having set over the city, there are so many lights, so much to see. The entire tower is tastefully lit up as well, serving as a shining beacon against the crisp, starry sky.
“If you want, we can take a lift all the way up and have dinner in the panoramic restaurant.”
The prospect makes me smile.
“That would be amazing, but I’m sure they’ll be full. Plus I’m not quite dressed for the occasion.”
“It’s the middle of winter, what do they expect?”
“Some Parisian woman with legs all the way to her wai
