Becoming Mrs. Seguin

Chapter 35- Bound For Paris

Christine's POV

I was sound asleep, having the most amazing dream when I felt a gentle prod on my shoulder. I groaned in irritation, pulling my blanket over my face as I turned to the other side.

"Babe, wake up. We have a flight to catch, remember?", a masculine voice spoke softly. My eyes fluttered open to see a pair of blue orbs staring down at me.

"Oh, it's just you," I said, stretching my arms and giving Damon a warm smile.

"Did you sleep well last night?", he asked, returning my smile as his hand brushed a stray piece of hair from my face.

"Very. Are my parents awake yet?"

"Yeah. Your mom is downstairs making breakfast. I'll go help her. We leave in an hour, alright?", Damon informed.

"Got it. I'm so excited."

"Me too," he replied, kissing my forehead before getting up to leave the room.

Damon had spent Christmas with my family this year. They instantly grew fond of him the moment he walked through our front door. My brother got along well with Damon too, especially since they both were football players.

"He's the one. I just know it," my father had said to me one night after dinner.

The biggest surprise was when Damon presented me with a pair of plane tickets to Paris on Christmas Day. My parents had been absolutely thrilled at the thought of me going away on a long-distance vacation with my boyfriend. They said that it'd be a great way for us to spend some intimate time together.

Another reason why Damon chose Paris, apart from it being one of the most beautiful cities in the world, was because he wanted to get acquainted with the businesses over there.

That way, his father's company could get recognized overseas as well. After all, Damon would become the new CEO of Parker Enterprises once he graduated from Harvard this summer.

I still couldn't believe that we were actually going to Paris today. My whole life, I'd dreamt of stepping foot in the City of Lights. The only other country I had visited before in Europe was Germany, since my uncle lived there. But France...wow.

Because it was winter over there as well, I decided to wear a stylish black blouse with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. My hair was up in a bun and to top it all off, I put on a pair of silver dangle earrings.

"Your plate is on the counter, dear," my mother said when I walked into the kitchen.

"Thanks. This looks delicious."

"Damon made the omelets. That boy sure knows how to cook," she complimented. I looked over at Damon and he gave me a wink before pulling out a chair for me to sit down next to him.

"Hey, you two are matching," Aaron remarked with an amused grin.

We were?

Like me, Damon also had black on top and dark blue on bottom. His shirt fit him perfectly, bringing out his broad shoulders and rippling biceps.

"Well, you know what they say. True couples dress the same," I joked before digging into my food.

After we all finished our breakfast, my brother drove Damon and I to the airport. There was no chance of snow, so hopefully our flight wouldn't be delayed.

"Have a safe trip. It was great getting to know you," Aaron said to Damon when we arrived, giving him a brotherly hug.

"Thanks, man. I'll see you again hopefully."