Tori's POV
The town of France was beautiful. That was one thing I knew much about. From the beautifully paved roads to the people in the city and the way the sky blinked above us, it felt like I had stepped into an ethereal moment, far away from the hustle and bustle of New York.
"I did not have much time to prepare a perfect plan, but I do know that we can try lots of their traditional foods—only if you want to, of course," he said, grinning at me.
This was it. This was what I needed to heal. Perhaps I should have moved out of the country. Perhaps by now I would be among these multitude of strangers, no thought of Alex in my head, as I tried to take a cup of coffee.
With each passing second, I could feel myself falling in love with Damian. With the way he smiled and the way he talked,
