He put the paper down and stood up. Reaching out to grab both of my hands, he smiled.

“Now that the sun has come out, the day can begin.”

“Do they make all French boys take a class in pick-up lines or something?”

“I’ve never heard this phrase before. What is a pick-up line?”

“A pick-up line is what a boy says to a girl he – he likes to try and get her attention.”

“Ah, I think I understand. So did it work? Have I ‘picked’ you up?”

I pulled my hands away and chuckled, hoping he couldn’t tell my heartbeat was going at a million miles per hour. I wondered if he could hear it.

“Bien, well I have our day all planned out. We will go to Versailles and later enjoy a late lunch at this wonderful restaurant I know near your hotel. Then I will bring Cendrillon back before she turns into a pumpkin.”

I laughed at him. “How does that sound, Emily?” he asked, his eyes smiling at me.

“It sounds great, Sebastian.”

“Then let us be on our way.”

I followed him out of the hotel as though I was walking on air.