Chapter 80

(Emily's POV).

"This breakfast is really fancy, Mike," I said, looking down at the array of croissants, fresh berries, eggs Benedict, and the finest espresso I had ever tasted.

The light of the morning sun streamed through the tall windows of the hotel restaurant, casting a warm glow over the elegant white tablecloths and polished silverware. Everything about this place felt like a dream—a perfect Parisian dream.

Mike smiled at me from across the table, his deep blue eyes twinkling with affection. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," he said, sipping his coffee. "Paris is a city made for indulgence, and I wanted us to really soak it all in."

I leaned back in my chair, letting the rich aroma of fresh bread and coffee fill my senses.

"You know, I think this might just be the perfect second honeymoon," I replied, my heart swelling with love for the man in front of me.

Mike had planned this whole trip so meticulously, from the boutique hotel to the romantic dinners and now, this beautiful br