LIANA
The Eiffel Tower stood tall and majestic against the twilight sky, its twinkling lights casting a romantic glow over the city of Paris. I marveled at the sight, my heart swelling with awe and excitement.
Our long honeymoon had brought us from the tropical paradise of the Maldives to the enchanting streets of Paris, and I couldn't have been happier.
Zaylen and I strolled hand in hand along the Seine River, the soft murmur of French conversations and the distant sound of street musicians creating a magical atmosphere.
He looked dashing in a tailored suit, and I felt like a princess in my flowing dress.
"Isn't this beautiful?" I sighed, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"It is," he agreed, pressing a kiss to my temple. "But not as beautiful as you."
I blushed, my heart fluttering at his words. "Always the charmer."
"For you, always," he replied with a playful wink.
As we walked, we passed a quaint café with outdoor seating. Zaylen tugged me toward it. "How about a little dessert?"
