Deauville, a town in northwestern France, basked under a perfect sky when they landed. At the small private helipad, a car was already waiting. Grace knew all this required advance clearance—Raphael must've planned this way ahead.
Had he known what was going through her mind, he would’ve given credit where it was due: his mother.
Their luggage was split into two—most went ahead to the hotel, while a smaller bag followed them straight to the beach.
The weather was glorious: clear blue skies, golden sun, but it being February, the UV wasn’t harsh. Warm rays kissed her skin as Grace rolled the window down and caught a whiff of salt in the breeze.
She leaned out a little, watching couples holding hands along the promenade, the whole scene glowing with Valentine's Day vibes.
As soon as th
