Chapter One Hundred-Eight

The sun, a warm and welcoming presence, spilled its golden embrace across the enchanting city of Paris.

Its rays danced upon the surface of the Seine River, casting shimmering ripples that harmonized with the cheerful laughter of passersby.

The iconic Eiffel Tower stood tall and proud, a sentinel overlooking the bustling streets lined with open cafes and charming boutiques.

Seated leisurely at one of these open-air cafes, Camilla and Edward found themselves basking in the sun's tender caress.

The faint scent of freshly baked croissants mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, enveloping them in a cocoon of comfort.

Camilla, dressed in a simple white blouse and a flowing skirt that gently embraced her form, sat with a thoughtful expression.

Her blonde hair was artfully pulled back into a loose bun, allowing a few stray tendrils to frame her delicate features.

Edward, sitting across from her, wore a gray colored chambray shirt and dark ripped jeans, his long black hair intricate