The following weeks were a blur of shared experiences. Amelia and Antoine spent their days exploring the countryside, visiting charming villages, and enjoying the simple pleasures of life. They picnicked in lavender fields, swam in crystal-clear rivers, and watched the sunsets over the rolling hills.
Antoine introduced her to his friends and family, who welcomed her with open arms. She felt a sense of belonging, a sense of being part of something special. He taught her about the local culture, the traditions, and the history of Provence.
He showed her the hidden gems of the region, the secret spots known only to the locals. They discovered a secluded waterfall, where they swam in the cool, refreshing water. They hiked to the top of a mountain, where they watched the sunrise paint the sky in breathtaking colours.
They spent hours in his studio, Antoine working on his paintings, Amelia watching him, mesmerized. He would often pause, turn to her, and sketch her portrait, capturing her essence on canvas.
Their relationship deepened with each passing day. They shared secrets, dreams, and fears. They laughed, they cried, and they fell more and more in love.
One afternoon, they were walking through a lavender field, the air thick with the sweet, intoxicating scent. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the landscape.
Antoine stopped, turned to Amelia, and took her hands in his. His eyes, the colour of the sea, were filled with tenderness.
"Amelia," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I never thought I would find this again. I never thought I could feel this way about anyone. You have brought so much joy and light into my life. I love you."
Amelia's heart swelled with a mixture of joy and disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Antoine," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I love you too."
He pulled her into his arms, and they shared a kiss that sealed their love, a kiss that tasted of sunshine, lavender, and forever.