Chapter 371 Billionaire's Lies

• Paris's sky was colored in serene rose gold, and lavender, as if the heavens themselves did not wish for this day to cease.
• Eliana stood at the balcony railing of their suite at Le Meurice, her arms crossed on its intricate pattern, her silk robe fluttering in the breeze. Below, the Seine glimmered in the fading light and the Eiffel Tower started to sparkle like a promise. Through an open door behind her, delicate clinking of china, soft jazz strains from a concealed speaker meant breakfast: croissants naturally, strawberries and strong coffee.
• Damian had crept up on her unaware and wrapped his arms around her waist so that the upper portion of his face was pressed into her shoulder, just below her ear.