Chapter 1: A Very Breezy Day In Paris

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It was the first day of summer when I first met her, Madeleine was her name. She was beautiful to say the least, but that was all I really knew. I mean she could've been just another spoiled brat and I wouldn't have had a clue.

I met her through my father, who was good friends with her father. They both had introduced us in hopes we would become good friends and shoo'ed us out of the study, but she was very shy at first. Didn't talk much and mostly stared at her feet, while I struggled to keep the conversation flowing.

"So... Do you like it here, in France?" I questioned, all I received in response was a small and timid nod.

It was awkwardly quiet for a few seconds until she finally spoke with her thick accent, "You know we don't have to be friends, right?" Looking up her green eyes met my brown eyes. I swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous as she made eye contact with me for the first time.

"Well alright then, but what do you suppose we do about our fathers' wishes?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She just shrugged and looked back down at the ground, like a child receiving a scolding. "Hey, I've never been to Paris, so why not go sightseeing." It sounded more like a statement than anything but I was dying to look into her eyes again. She scoffed, "You Americans are all the same," this time she glared at me. "You're pretty sexy when you get angry," I smirk as I saw her face turn bright red she then tried to hide herself with her long, loose curled, ash blonde hair.

I chuckled as I adjusted my black, Ray-ban eyeglasses and reach out to brush her silky hair out of her face. Then her father busted out into the hallway and I quickly stood up from the bench as father informed that we must bid our goodbyes. I then shook her fathers hand, and gave her a small wave as my father and I left their mansion. "It's quite breezy today, isn't it Louis?" My old man question as we climbed into his 2014 Cadillac. "Yes father, I would agree," and with that the driver escorted us to our hotel.

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