She's a high class call girl.
He's taking over his father's business.
Seven years ago, they fell in love in Paris.
They walked away at the end of the summer, never imagining they'd meet again.
Now he's her client. "I don't understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a little, if only out of politeness. And then, you never know, maybe that's the day she has a date with destiny. And it's best to be as pretty as possible for destiny."
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