*~ Hazel's POV~*
After driving for what seems like days we finally reached our destination. I won't lie…the city of Paris was very much alive. Vibrant. Buzzing with elegance.
As we drove through the streets, everything shimmered under the golden sunset. The people were flawlessly dressed, perfectly styled, like they'd stepped out of a Vogue spread. Flowers bloomed on balconies, soft music played from open cafés, and every corner of the city felt touched by magic. Even the stone pavements had character, like they held secrets of centuries past.
"Do you have any idea where we're going?" I asked, turning to Cyrius.
He didn't answer. He just pulled the car to a smooth stop in front of a massive, breathtaking building.
"Just follow me," he said.
I rolled my eyes as he stepped out, rounding to open my door like a perfect gentleman—as if he hadn't just kidnapped me and forced me halfway across Europe. Still, I allowed it, stepping out carefully, clutching my babies to my chest.
