Chapter 117

"Have you ever heard of the Moulin Rouge?" Xander asks randomly after thirty minutes of driving in silence.

"Moulin what?" I turn my body to him in curiosity.

"The Moulin Rouge. It's a cabaret of some sort, the highlight of Paris if you will. In my opinion, it's far much better than the eiffel tower at night or any other time.

It's so full of color, life, spirit, joy and art it's crazy. I last remember going there with my mother and siblings when I was fifteen, and it was yet the most mesmerizing show I've ever been to.

Although when I look back at it now, it was probably because of the exposure to so many women and legs at once I don't know," we share a laugh as he shrugs.

I did notice the glimmer of different happiness in his eyes when he mentioned coming here with his family, like nothing could compare to that moment.

He seems like he wants to say something but refrains, my brows furrow, instead of interrogating him I just take his hand in mine and rub the back of it.

He gives it a