Strands refused to smooth out with the others as she brushed them again and again. The product she’d applied to control the frizz didn’t seem to be working and she considered pinning her locks behind her head. But Pierre loved smelling and touching her waves. He’d complimented them several times....
She’d chosen the rue de Rivoli entrance on the side of the museum and had arrived early for the opening so she could spend the entire day browsing all the magnificent art. The morning sun shone brightly and not a cloud decorated the blue sky. Dressed comfortably, she wore a spring sleeveless dres...
