Chapter 82 Dinner At The Eiffel Tower

Jasmine adjusted her earrings in the mirror for the fourth time. "Do I look like someone who belongs at the Eiffel Tower or someone who got lost looking for a bakery?"

Kingsley, still wrestling with the tie he swore he knew how to tie ten minutes ago, glanced over. "You look like a goddess. I look like a man being strangled by formalwear."

"YouTube tutorial not working?" she asked, smirking.

"Oh, it's working fine. I'm just at war with my neck." He sighed softly when he finally got it right. Maybe his mood had something to do with the text Gabriel had sent him.

{You're in Paris. You really should come over to see what I found}~~

If it was five years ago, he would have stormed Gabriel's condo immediately after he stepped foot in Paris. But lately, the only thing in his head was Jasmine, Jasmine, Jasmine!

Clearing his reputation wasn't on his agenda too much. Knowing what went down that day wasn't his priority at the moment.