Of all the girls in Paris… he picked me.
I was studying the Mona Lisa, and he was studying me. Not my sister. Me. He turned me upside-down. I hardly recognized myself through his eyes.
Beautiful. Interesting. But it was all a lie.
It was just a family vacation. Until he came along. I gave him kisses freely, but what he took from me was priceless.
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