Eliana had never seen this many feathers in her life.
Or glitter.
Or naked people.
But somehow, it was perfect.
The Pride parade stretched down the boulevard in Paris like a rainbow set on fire—banners waving, confetti raining from balconies, and the bass from a dozen sound trucks shaking the pavement like the city itself was dancing.
And Eliana was in the middle of it.
Strappy gold sandals. Mini white skirt. A halter top that shimmered like a mermaid's promise. Her hair was twisted into a messy braid full of temporary pastel streaks. Glitter dusted her collarbones, her eyelids, her shoulders. Her cheeks hurt from smiling.
"GAY RIGHTS!" Renee bellowed from atop a moving float, decked out in silver boots and little else. He was waving two fans with the words 'FEMME FATALE' and 'SUCK LESS' in neon print.