We arrived at our hotel near the Eiffel Tower. I've been dreaming of coming here for a long time now. But my parents told me that it's better if I visit Paris, France after my wedding. I never expected to be here with Taylor. Not that I don't want him to be with me.
I'm so dependent on him that I'm beginning to think that this marriage is a good idea. He can't be with me if I marry another guy. The same goes if he gets married to a different woman. He always makes sure that I'm comfortable. But now, it seems that his actions are different.
"Hey, aren't we going out now to see the Eiffel Tower up close?" I ask Taylor who is now laying down on the bed.
"I'm just testing the bed if it's comfortable. Let's go!" He joked and got up.
We tried to book another room so we can have it separatel
