“I am debating,” she sighed, and I looked at her with amusement.
“What are you debating, Sienna?” Curiosity won the best of me.
“Whether you are real or not…” she said, and I moved my head to kiss the palm of her hand.
“I am, very real, my wife…” I chuckled, and she giggled.
She suddenly moved away, putting a bit of distance, just enough so we could talk properly. “So, tomorrow, what do you want to do?” She asked, and I took a deep breath.
“Whatever you want. Do you want to dine at the Eiffel Tower? I need to call to make a reservation. Want to go to the Louvre? We can do that too. Walk around Champs Eliseés, go shopping? Take your pick.” I said, giving her options, and she smiled.
“Well, I didn´t bring enough clothes, so shopping should be on the list, eventually…” she sighed,
