Michelle's POV:

I couldn't hide my excitement as we wandered through the louvre. I'd practically dragged him through the big white rooms to show him my favourite painting.

We spent the whole day roaming through the halls of the louvre until my legs were screaming at me to stop. Kenneth didn't complain once, but his shoulders began to sag. He didn't want to ask me to stop but he looked like he'd long since had enough.

"Should we go get some dinner?" I asked him, taking ...