Ever since I was five years old, I believed France was heaven on earth.
The art.
The food.
The language.
So, when I finally saved enough money...
I packed my bags and japa'd from Nigeria.
The wind hit me the moment I stepped outside. It was colder than any Nigerian air conditioner.
"Na so cold dey for France, abi na AC?" I muttered, pulling my jacket tighter.
"Miss Udo?"
I turned around to see a French man with blue eyes that shone like the sea, hair as dark as fertile soil, and astonishing features.
"Yes, that's me. Udo," I replied instantly, nervous that I might sound weird.
"Hi, I'm Jean-Paul, your tour guide. We spoke on the phone, remember?" he said with a charming smile that took my breath away.
"Y-Yes! Yes, I remember. We talked yesterday," I said, barely keeping myself together.
"Then we should get going. We have a lot to see in France," he said with his effortless, breathtaking smile as he helped me carry my suitcase.
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FanfictionEver since she was a little girl, Eze Udo dreamed of France. To her, it was the land of fine cuisine, breathtaking art, and endless opportunities. After years of saving every naira she could, she finally leaves Nigeria to attend one of France's most...
