Chapter 263

Christina's POV "That's fine. Just keep them private," Fabrizio finally agreed with a slight nod. I planned to show Hudson the reports tonight. Who says a fiancé can't double as your financial analyst? If he said everything checked out, I'd invest in Valmont & Cie. I had enough money—well, technically Hudson's money, but he'd said it was mine to spend however I wanted. Still, I'd run it by him first. Fabrizio’s mood visibly improved after lunch, and I liked to think my potential investment was the reason. The afternoon flowed pleasantly through Paris, which definitely lived up to its reputation as Europe's culinary paradise. Fabrizio chose a restaurant without a single Michelin star, yet I still found myself going back for seconds. Okay, fine. Thirds. Plus two slices of that heavenly mille-feuille that could make anyone's knees weak. Which explained why I asked him to drop me off several blocks from the hotel. That, of course, meant fumbling through an awkward explanation about why I'd