CHAPTER 87: I'VE NEVER FLOWN BEFORE
VENUS' POV:
The sunlight spilled through the curtains, warm and golden, as I stood before the mirror trying to figure out what in the world one wears to Paris. Not just Paris—but Paris with Maxine. I had three options laid out on the bed and still couldn’t decide.
“Red,” came his voice from behind me.
I turned, catching his reflection in the mirror as he leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, his white dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves. That smirk—God help me—could melt glaciers.
“You think red?” I asked, holding up the dress.
He walked toward me, reached for the gown and held it against me with a knowing nod. “Absolutely. Paris is about passion, fire... romance. This one screams all three. And also—” he paused, dragging his eyes
