Midnight In Paris Novel Novels & Stories

"Okay, so as per Aurora's insistence, we're reading Madeline," "Everyone ready?" He inquired, looking at all four kids to see if they were comfortable before he flipped open the book. "In an old house in Paris, that was covered in vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines..." He read as the children – and the dogs – listened intently. No soon had been a quarter way through the book, did the children fall asleep and had him drowsy. His words grew slurred and his eyes heavy before they dropped to a close.

I had found another home again. Lying down had been my first thought, but after I was left alone, I went to the window and stared at the city through the window. Gloria Adam’s apartment was in a good place. And as I watched the city, the clock struck twelve. “Happy New Year, Paris,” I whispered into the air.

He made a run for it without looking back. He transformed and dashed off, heading straight home. When he got home, he decided to use the kitchen window to gain access to the house. It was about 2:30 am. After much difficulty, he entered inside and lay on the kitchen floor, breathing heavily. He exhaled. The meeting was filled with so much tension that he hadn't noticed. He got up and was about to head to his room when he heard someone's soft breathing. “Where are you coming from, Angus?”. Avyanna got from her seat and turned the lights on.

Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French. We walk everywhere, because Damien says it’s the Parisian way. This surprises me, since I’m used to him having us chauffeured everywhere. My feet ache by day three, but I don’t complain. I don’t want to miss a thing. He buys me pain au chocolat in the mornings and wine in the afternoons, and at night we sit on the balcony of my apartment and listen to the city hum. “I get it now,” I whisper one night, watching the rooftops turn blue in the twilight.

"The light..." "I know," he says. "She'd wake up to that light every morning." "Looks picture perfect already." I look at the room for another long moment and feel Clara move and press my hand to the place and think about October and a small person waking up in morning light in a room in the 5th Arrondissement in Paris, and I think that this is a good thing to be building toward. A very good thing. "Okay," I say. "Okay?" he says, carefully.

Chapter 25 (Sophia's POV) Paris was beautiful in the morning. I'd forgotten that. Or perhaps I'd never properly noticed, every previous Paris trip had been consumed entirely by work, by collections, by the relentless forward momentum that had defined my life since I was twenty-two and Laurent Luxe was held together by determination and very little else. This morning I noticed. I stood on the hotel balcony with coffee and watched the city wake up slowly, the way cities that understood their own significance always did, unhurried and certain.

***** Paris appeared beneath us like something imagined too beautifully to be real. Grey. Golden. Endless. More beautiful than photographs. More real than dreams. I pressed my fingers to the glass. And felt every version of myself that had carried me here. The hotel was in the 8th arrondissement. Elegant without trying. Historic in the way only Europe knew how to be. Our rooms were side by side. We checked in. Changed. Then because Paris was outside and we were in it… We went walking. The evening was everything. Cold November air.

Sienna’s POV The pale light of dawn seeped through the sheer curtains, painting soft streaks across the marble floor. The city outside was just waking up, calm and serene. It was a stark contrast to the turmoil twisting quietly in my chest. I slipped out of bed and moved to the balcony. The cold air brushed against my skin, sending a faint chill down my spine. Below, Paris stretched in its morning grace. Cars began to hum, people walked briskly, and cafés were setting up for the day. I took a slow sip from my cup of coffee, letting the bitterness settle on my tongue as I stared at the horizon.

“One day you’ll be ready.” “Maybe.” I left before she could argue, taking the stairs two at a time down to the street. Paris in the early morning was magic. Quiet. The city waking up slowly. Bakeries opening, the smell of fresh bread filling the air. Street sweepers making their rounds. A few early commuters hurrying to the Metro. I walked to the café, letting the city seep into me. This was mine now. This life, this struggle, this slow climb from nothing. Nobody here knew I’d been married to Adrian Moore. Nobody knew about the custody battle or the humiliation or the son who didn’t remember me.

The sweet smell of it spread in the bathroom. Then, I took my cd player and put in a cd of relaxing music. Everything was ready! I undressed and sank into the hot water. I closed my eyes while enjoying the music. What a wonderful feeling!... When I opened my eyes, the water had cooled. What the heck! I checked what time it was. What? When did the time go so far, 11:20 at night?! The cd was over. I got out of the bathtub and put on my fluffy bathrobe. After so many hours of sleep, I felt like a dizzy chicken. I was sitting on the couch when suddenly I felt the desire to enjoy a glass of red wine. I got up and went to the fridge to get one. And then I remembered that I didn't buy one! I had fo