Chapter 7

Paris. Seven years ago.

It was Julianne’s last day in Paris. She was having the time of her life in the most romantic city, with the most romantic guy on the face of the planet. She couldn’t remember a time in her life that she’d been happier.

Two weeks ago, she had randomly chosen a café. She ordered a cup of coffee and watched the sunset. Her heart pounded loudly inside her ribcage and the butterflies in her stomach went wild with each second that passed.

She didn’t know if he would come and she prayed with all her heart that he would. He was right. There must be a hundred cafés in Paris. And sunset usually only lasts about thirty minutes. And to make things more complicated, she’d chosen a coffee shop that was quite far from the city center, in a small residential area, a few blocks away from the main street. She chose it because it was small, but cozy and romantic, and it had a perfect view of the