Julia’s POV
As I lay back on the plush beach bench, the soft breeze caressing my skin, I couldn't help but feel utterly content. The golden sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over the secluded beach where George and I had chosen to spend our honeymoon.
The turquoise waters stretched out before us, inviting and tranquil, while the gentle lull of the waves provided the perfect soundtrack to our relaxation. A two-week break in Paris, the city of love was perfect for our honeymoon. Although George wanted us to go to Italy, I wanted Paris so we both decided on spending a week here and the other in Italy.
My two-piece purple bikini felt like a second skin, the fabric soft against my curves, as I soaked in the serenity of the moment. Beside me, George lounged
