The night skies of Paris and New York were vastly different.
New York exuded a sense of fashion and modernity, while Paris was steeped in romance and history. Naturally, she preferred Paris. From the floor-to-ceiling windows of her room, she could see the Eiffel Tower bathed in the night's glow—it was truly majestic and beautiful. Yet, beneath such splendor, she missed the night skies of New York.
It was understandable; people always yearn for the places where they grew up.
But she missed her dad and mom so much.
Coming to France with William, if she weren't happy, she wouldn't be able to act spoiled with her parents anymore.
She also missed her friends in New York; shopping and strolling would now be a solitary affair.
This strange new place required her to adapt to it.
She took a sip of the red wine in her glass, and at that moment, she heard the sound of the door handle turning behind her.
Mia's body trembled slightly, disbelief washing over her as she turned around.
