I Left My Heart In Paris

Chapter 1

Fondness is visually impaired and warmth is always seen as wholesome. It advances nonetheless of lifetime, complexion and faith. Whether you're devoted or accompanied by the soul who considers you, at that time you are unable to point out the contrast linking better or worse since their soulmate is. It constructs the cuts that cross limits, though there are no times to be crossed, especially in this era of time.

It isn't an affair which we offer and we confiscate.

Occasionally, we draw ourselves accustomed to accord further than we experience. We are all tailored to crave for weakness. Unconditional love should appear starting from our slightest envision of distinction to tenderness, and just as soon as it gets, it strokes us rationally ahead on our own speeds.

Mankind falls in attachment to join in holy matrimony, that has a dynasty which dwells their elegant endurance. Despite this, one marriage isn't a last resort to permeate comprehensive intimacy. It is crucial to adapt to an organized hitch as they remain no more than satisfactory perspectives concerning respective temperament.

Not either individuals prevail, affecting the husband and wife subverting just after their confederation shift dates, elected fruitless, although emotional outcomes stay last related who breathes condemn.

A hearty marriage solitarily forge ahead to be a confirmation, on the assumption that companions accept exceptional compassion along with affinity to accommodate alongside personal supplementary.

"Camille! Come down here, angel. There's somebody I want you to encounter with." Camille's mother, Esther cried out from downstairs.

"What is it mom?" Camille asked as she marched downstairs and moved into the cuisine. She was just having a lovely time of her life, reading her favourite book and listening to her favourite song. Usually, her mother would not call her during this time. After all, alone time is important to everyone in the Hathaway family so she was a bit bewildered when her mother called her downstairs.

'And just as I was nearly finished with Pride And Prejudice....' she thought along with a sigh. She wanted to protest, to keep reading the last few lines of the book but she knew she could never disobey her wonderful mother and so she placed the book down and made her way to where the petite woman is. Though, she never expected this.

Camille stopped in her tracks when she noticed a gentleman with a high-reaching, and slender frame character, alongside a pair of piercing blue eyes and light blonde hair that flickered to the superficial shape of his chiseled face. He was considered luxuriant in his late twenties.

She watched him externally for a little while when he was seated at the dinner table, enticing a taste of his mug of coffee. He has the appearance of a pleasant, beauteous young man but of course, Camille stayed aware. She had never seen this man her entire life. It was quite the shock to see him so suddenly.

'Great...another evening ruined.' she thought, grumbling a bit childishly. She stopped however when her mother gave her a death glare. Knowing she would never go against her mother, she huffed softly and dusted off any lints on her pants, her fingers running through her dirty blonde hair to fix it. While she was engagingly pressured to pursuit with her dilemma, her mother's light voice rang through her ears.

"Camille, I want you to meet Elias Schmidt. He's a subtle German-Austrian gentleman from Salzburg, Austria." she continues, looking amused and well-behaved. "Elias, I want you to get the chance to know my only daughter, Camille."

"Pleased to meet you!" He beamed pleasantly.

"Mother, who is this gentleman? I'm not likely to constantly recognize him." Camille replied as she reformed to glance at the male in bewilderment.