In no time, our last day in Paris would be tonight. Ever since Mason walked away from me that night at the bar, I haven't set my eyes on him throughout the remaining days of my training. I tried calling him, but he hasn't been picking up my calls.
I've been going to his room every day after training, but have never once met him there. It seems he doesn't want to see me again! Hopefully, we would get to see each other tomorrow at the airport...
I was in my room, arranging my stuff and getting prepared for tomorrow's journey when my phone beeped for incoming messages. As I took the phone to check the message, I was surprised to see the content of the message, to be an address, from an unknown sender.
"It's here in Paris...! But what's the address for?" I mumbled to myself in confusion.
