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ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟʙɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪꜱꜱ beneath the Eiffel Tower. Debbie had read it in books and witnessed it in movies; she believed it was perpetually romantic. To exchange a fervent kiss while the tower stood sentinel as if gifting them a moment of love. The idea crossed her mind the moment she set foot on the cold cobblestones of Paris. It seemed a bit whimsical. Whom would she even kiss anyway? A complete stranger? It's not like she can just kiss anyone; she might end up picking a married Parisian, which would undoubtedly serve as the most cringe-worthy storyline for a romantic tale in Paris.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀᴘᴏʀᴛ ʙᴜᴢᴢᴇᴅ with mellifluous French conversations. With her luggage in hand, she took a deep breath. Her eyes flickered with wonder as she steered the bustling terminal, the allure of the City of Lights unfolding before her. The cold Parisian atmosphere embraced her. Tammy was not joking when she warned her about the chilly temperature. With the elegant architecture and the lively chatter of fellow travelers along with her, Debbie couldn't help but smile as she soaked in the completely different environment, the realization sinking in that she was finally in Paris.

"Bonjour, Paris."

Seated on a weathered bench at the airport, Debbie waited for her cab, absorbing the vibrant surroundings. Everything was new to her. The hum of the distant echoes of rolling suitcases was heard. She looked around, her attention was drawn to an elegant old woman who exuded timeless style; her clothing was a testament to a life well lived. Wow. Welcome to Paris indeed. Everyone was a fashion icon. The woman held a magazine in hand, and Debbie's curiosity led her to observe the glossy cover.

It was probably a fashion magazine, with the cover adorned with the image of a middle-aged blonde woman. The lady on the cover wore a confident smile, her lips adorned with a powerful red lipstick that spoke of bold choices. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with a certain allure, captivating the lens with a charisma that transcended.

ᴅᴇʙʙɪᴇ'ꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ as she looked at the woman in front of her. Lou was still engrossed in talking about her first moments in Paris. She remembers now. She saw Lou's face right before she even met her. How come she did not realize it all this time? How famous and rich is this woman? Debbie fixed her poise as she stared at Lou. Her curiosity grew over her.

"Would you believe that I knew you right before I met you?" She blurted the question. Lou stopped munching her food for a second and looked at her.

"What? Like you've stalked me right before you met me?" Lou raised a brow as she playfully narrowed her eyes.

Debbie chuckled, shaking her head. "Absolutely not! I'm not a stalker, and I'm not weird. I'm a full-time doctor who has limited time to even stalk someone."

"Then?"

Debbie watched Lou as she listened to her intently, her focus sharp as a thread, waiting for her to say something. "I saw your face on a magazine cover when I was waiting for my cab at the airport."