[PARIS] 9PM
Franklin drove to the Deauville in Normandy, the very place he had asked them to meet. He hadn’t meant to lure her here under the disguise of a crazed fan, but he had done it anyway.
As perfect as the plan seemed in his head, doubt gnawed at him now. Thalia wasn’t a fool. She wouldn’t just come running to meet some so-called 'fan'.
He glanced at his wristwatch and exhaled a long, heavy sigh.
The beach wasn’t chosen at random. He had proposed to her in lake Michigan in Chicago then.
Ten years ago.
The memory still clung to him, he could never get it out of his brain.
Thalia had been wearing the bikini he’d bought for her, he halted, killing the engine then helped Thalia out of the car.
“Frank, where are we going?” she’d asked, laughing nervously as he covered her eyes wi
