The Bentley was waiting at the curb, the driver holding the door open with a sharp nod. As they pulled away from the hotel, the city opened up before them in a blur of limestone and spring blooms. Killian didn't take her to the crowded tourist traps. Instead, the car wound through the narrow, charming streets of Le Marais.
"Everyone goes to the Eiffel Tower," Killian said, his hand finding hers on the leather seat. "But the real soul of this place is in the hidden corners."
The First Stop: He led her into a secluded, centuries-old courtyard that housed a private art gallery. There were no lines, no noise—just stunning modern sculptures and the scent of jasmine.
The Walk: They strolled through the Place des Vosges, the red-brick arches providing a perfect frame for Raya as she walked. Wi
