Sophia’s POV
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After the journey of eight hours, finally, our private jet landed in Paris. This was the first time in a private plane and even Caroline’s about, which she would never remember. It was around seven when we reached there. Caroline was sleeping peacefully in Brandon’s arms. On the way to Brandon’s place, I kept looking out the mesmerized beauty of Paris happily.
“Please stop the car,” I asked the driver to stop the car when I was crossing the bridge made on the Seine River. The driver stopped the vehicle at the side of the bridge.
“What happened?” Brandon asked.
“Do you remember that we met for the first time today, and then we spent a couple of hours at almost the same place?” I asked him, to which he nodded his head. I hopped out of the car and walked toward the bridge.
