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KNIGHT

Apparently, Sebastien had an apartment in Paris, where Zarah sent us. We made a quick change before strolling around. Our trip wasn’t well-planned, but we didn’t have time since our honeymoon to Seychelles was canceled.

“You look beautiful.” I fixed the scarf around her neck before I held her hand. “So you’ve been to Paris?”

“Nah. I hadn’t been out of the country. My first trip outside was through the portal to Italy.”

“Really?” I was surprised to hear it.

“Yeah. I told you I loved what I experienced with you and wouldn’t change it for anything.”

“You haven’t told me how you made the deal.”

“We’re gonna talk about it?”

We took a taxi to the Eiffel Tower because that was where she wanted to go. She said it would be romantic.

I couldn’t remember if I had ever been romantic or given flowers to a girl before I met Nirvana. If seeing the iconic tower would put a smile on her face or add to her experience and memories, then who was I to stop her? I would give her the moon i