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A Kiss in Paris
Category: Romance
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.