Chapter Forty-Eight

~ Nikki ~

The Christmas decorations and the cloud cover add to the romantic atmosphere. I’d read that it rarely snows in Paris, but rain can be expected this time of year. Fortunately, that’s not currently the case.

All in all, I am completely mind-blown.

Even as we come upon a large park where a huge crowd is gathered and people are waving the French flag and some are popping corks on bottles of champagne, there is a fantastical, mystical ambience that permeates the entire city.

“What are they celebrating, do you think?” I ask Jameson. I tear my gaze from the park and look at him over my shoulder.

He’s quiet a moment, as though he’d been lost in thought as he’d watched me take in the scenery.

He seems to catch himself and chuckles.

“What’s so funny?” I press, which deepens his laugh.

“They’re probably celebrating losing the World Cup.”

My gaze narrows. “I’m confused.”

He tells me, “The French are celebratory people, in general. They also think quite highly of their country. Second,