Makenna’s POV.

Paris. I still couldn't quite believe it. Wolfe had whisked me away to the city of lights, the city of romance. For the past two days, I'd been living a fairy tale. I stood in front of the mirror in a high-end clothing store, admiring the sixth gown I'd tried on. The silky blue fabric hugged my curves perfectly, and I twirled, letting the dress flare out around me.

Wolfe’s reflection in the mirror caught my eye. He was on the phone, his brows furrowed, worry ...