Selene's POV
The night had slipped in unnoticed, draping Paris in a velvet hush. The city lights blinked from a distance, soft and golden, like constellations pulled closer. Antonio had said he had a plan for the evening, but he refused to spill any details. I only knew we were to "dress warmly" and "trust him."
So, I did. With every piece of my soul.
He picked me up just past 8 PM, leaning against his BMW M5 in a navy wool coat, hair slightly tousled by the wind, that familiar smirk on his lips like he already knew tonight would be unforgettable.
"You're early," I said, slipping into his warmth the second I stepped out.
"You're stunning," he whispered in reply, helping me into the car like we were in a movie.
We drove in silence for a while, the kind that didn't feel like silence at all—just unspoken poetry, shared glances, fingers intertwined over the gearshift. I knew this city like the back of my hand, but somehow, every corner looked new beside him.
Then I saw it.
The Eiffel Tower, radiant and alive, standing tall against the indigo sky. But it wasn't just that. He took a turn I never expected—leading us to a private viewing platform near the tower, usually reserved for closed events. Candles flickered in lanterns, and a soft string melody played from a corner speaker. It felt like a dream stitched into reality.
"Antonio…" I murmured.
"Come," he said, leading me toward the edge. From here, Paris stretched endlessly below.
He pulled me close, arms wrapped around my waist. "I wanted you to see the stars from here. Because that's what you are to me. The brightest one in my sky."
I leaned into him, breath hitched. "You always say things like that… like you memorized the universe."
He grinned. "No. Just memorized you."
We stood there a long time. Talking. Laughing. Reminiscing. I told him about my ramp show nerves. He shared how Mira drew a picture of me and called me "Moonflower." I melted.
And then he kissed me—slow and reverent. A kiss that tasted like promises and peppermint wind.
When he finally pulled away, he whispered against my lips, "Whatever comes next, Selene Adele Laurent… we'll take it on together."
And under the Eiffel stars, I believed him. More than anything, I believed in us.