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Chapter One

Sophia

I holdlike it’s ot it in theout the front door aloodbyes Not that there was even anyone to say goodbye to besides Larsa She’s been iver my entire life, but she’s more of a mom to me than my own mother She kissed o with tears in her eyes

Both my parents are workaholics They try to find time for me, but they always seeether, and I’ht for a ht want or could handle, but it turned out their money handled me for them

I never ithout though I went to the best all-girls private boarding school in the States and had a trust fund that would never leavee and maybe even become a lawyer like them I’ve heard thee to make it hos, but they never asked me what I wanted to do My parents talked at me, not to me

Being like the about college scared et wrapped up in it and end up like them I didn’t want to be a workaholic, but in all honesty, I don’t knohat I want to do withI know is I want some freedom I want to see the world outside of my parents’ home and the walls of my school

I want to see the places I’ve read about in history class Meet boys and have love stories like the ones I’ve read in romance novels The only outside world I know is fro up, and this is finally my chance

I bite hts there are and where they are going When I see one heading to Paris in four hours, my heart does a little leap It’s the city of love

I make my way to the counter and buy a ticket that costs a so next since I don’t have to check any bags I only packed my backpack because I didn’t take et around as easily as possible I have a checklist of places all over the world I want to go, and I know I can’t lug around a s if I want to do that

I wait in line to get through security,with each second This is really happening I’ to Paris I can’t believe it

“Hey,” I hear someone say from behind me I turn to see a boy who looks a few years older than me He’s cute with short blond hair and blue eyes He’s s at me, and I see a small dimple in his cheek

“Hi,” I say back, feeling a little aard

“Where you headed?” he asks, glancing at the ticket in my hand

“Paris” I can hear the dreah in my voice The millions of love stories I’ve read about this city dance through my head

“Me too” He gives me a little wink I feeleven more aard

“Next!” is barked atme jump

I turn back and see the line hasthe man my passport and ticket He takes them from me and looks down at them

TheHis head is shaved and the white shirt he’s wearing is stretched tight against his body It shows off the ht Tattoos run down his arms, and I see them move with every flex of his hands He puts er to his ear It’s then I see a s to someone His eyes shoot up to me and stare for a moment His cold eyes bore into me, and then they snap away

He stands “You need to co up my passport and plane ticket