The soft hum of the plane’s engine faded into the background as I gazed out the window, watching the clouds roll beneath us. I hadn’t said much to Roman since I asked about his mother, and he hadn’t pushed. After everything that happened with Herrera, I didn’t know how to feel.
I was still hurt, angry—mostly with myself for letting her trick me and get under my skin.
But Paris… Paris was different.
I was hoping it would give Roman and I the chance to connect more. I mean, they do say Paris is one of the most romantic cities in the world.
And him bringing me here, on his mother’s plane, was enough proof that he wanted to at least try.
When we landed, the city’s charm immediately began to work its magic. The sky was a pale blue canvas stretched over elegant buildings, and the streets b
