Chapter 82 Dinner At The Eiffel Tower
Jasmine adjusted her earrings in the mirror for the fourth time. "Do I look like someone who belongs at the Eiffel Tower or someone who got lost looking for a bakery?"
Kingsley, still wrestling with the tie he swore he knew how to tie ten minutes ago, glanced over. "You look like a goddess. I look like a man being strangled by formalwear."
"YouTube tutorial not working?" she asked, smirking.
"Oh, it’s working fine. I’m just at war with my neck." He sighed softly when he finally got it right. Maybe his mood had something to do with the text Gabriel had sent him.
{You’re in Paris. You really should come over to see what I found}~~
If it was five years ago, he would have stormed Gabriel’s condo immediately after he stepped foot in Paris. But lately, the only thing in his head was Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine!
Clearing his reputation wasn’t on his agenda too much. Knowing what went down that day wasn’t his priority at the moment.
Five minutes, three threats to the tie, and one minor wardrobe malfunction later, they finally left the hotel room. Kingsley held the door open with a dramatic flourish.
"To the Eiffel Tower!" he declared calmly. His mood was finally back up. All thoughts of Gabriel had been shifted to the back of his head. He just wanted to enjoy the night.
"To carbs and questionable French pronunciations," Jasmine added, high-fiving him as they walked to the elevator. They looked like any other day-cute and normal couple.
The elevator arrived and opened to reveal an older couple already inside, standing in silence. Jasmine gave a polite nod as she entered. Kingsley, however, decided to whisper, far too loudly, "Do you think we’ll get snails?"