chapter 24. Romance in the City of Lights

BELLE Once we’d had our coffees and croissants, Grayson and I wandered around the streets of Paris, chatting and watching as the city woke up. I was beginning to understand why Paris was considered to be such a romantic city. I can definitely imagine myself falling in love here. We walked all the way to the Notre-Dame cathedral and sat on the steps for a bit before going to a very fancy restaurant nearby for lunch. I felt odd sitting there in my jeans and sweater, but the food made up for any discomfort that I might have had. “Oh my God, that was amazing!” I said when I had finished. “I told you I would bring you to the best restaurant in Paris,” Grayson said. “Yeah, well, you weren’t lying.” Our waiter came by then and set down our check. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said in a thick French accent and then walked away. I reached for it, ready to pay whatever the cost as Grayson had paid for our food last night and our coffee this morning, but he snatched it away before