The City of Love.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
What happens when a photographer and a journalist meet on their way to the city of love? Will the journalist negative view on love ruin their chances, or will the photographer change that?

Submitted: May 08, 2014

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I couldn’t believe it! This is impossible, this is all I a dream! “Stella, are you okay?” Asked Mr.Smith with a smile on his face. “Yes, of course. I just can’t believe it!” “Well, believe it Stell, you’re going to Paris!” I thank him for the opportunity one more time and walk out of his office. I’m a fashion journalist and I been working at Vogue for the past six months. Two months after I graduated Stanford University, I moved to New York and got my dream job! Mr.Smith is now sending me to Paris for Fashion Week! Yet, I get to spend a month in Paris! I’m beyond thrilled, after Fashion Week I have interviews to do and collections to see! I couldn’t be more excited!

After work, I went straight to my townhouse. I called my mom and gave her the news she was as happy as me. She even cried! I later called my best friend and she said she’ll come from Florida to help me pack and spend the last three days with me. I had the next three days off so I could get ready to go to Paris. The next day my best friend was walking into my house like she owned the place.

“Bonjour! Le party has arrived!” she yelled in a French accent.

“In the kitchen!!” I yelled back, she walked into my kitchen looking as beautiful as always. With her tan skin, big brown eyes, brown flowy hair, black skinny jeans, white t-shirt, leather jacket, and black combat boots.

“Well, don’t you look like you just got off the runway!”

“I always do hun!” she said with a smile.

“You’re cocky Genesis!” I teased with a smirk.

“Okay, enough about me! How are you? Have you seen the jerk of you ex-boyfriend AKA garbage face. Do you need new cloth? Of course you do! We need to go shopping. But, first… Let me take a selfie. Just kidding!!! We shall have lady talk!”

“GENESIS!!!!!! I love you, but shut up. I think you might run out of air. BREATHE!” I said through laughter.

The next two hours we sat on my couch eating ice-cream and talking about everything, even though we spoke every day. She kept asking about how I was coping with my recent break up, for the cheater of my ex-boyfriend. I answered fine. I honestly don’t want to date right now. I’m twenty-five and I’m living an amazing life and have my dream job. Who needs boys? Genesis on the other hand, didn’t believe me when I said I was “fine”. After getting ready we went out to the mall. After buying half of the things at Forever 21, we went to dinner at Genesis favorite Italian restaurant. The next two days were spent bonding and packing.

Finally, the day had arrived! I was finally leaving to Paris, away from all this chaos and doing what I love. Genesis’s flight left an hour after mine so we went to the airport together.

“Bye best friend, have a safe flight. Call me when you land. I love you, enjoy your France experience and bring me back a cutie!” Genesis said with a wink.

I laughed through my tears and said, “You never change do you? But, I love you too. Have a safe flight, I shall call you when I land and no! All the cuties are mine! I’ll bring you a baguette!”

She laughed and rolled her eyes and said “bring me a baguette and I’ll beat you with it.”

Before I could answer, a robotic voice came through the speaker indicating that Flight 411 was now boarding with that I gave my best friend one last tight hug and headed towards the gate. I was finally going to Paris! I had finally boarded the plane and I was comfortably sitting in my seat. The plane finished boarding and the flight attendants came and explained all about the planes exists and what not. After what felt like a lifetime, they finally said

“Enjoy your 16 hour flight, we’ll be in the city of love before you know it! You might even fall in love!” with a smirk and a wink they left.

“Ugh!! Seriously?! That’s just a bunch of garbage!” I say in annoyance a bit too loud.

That’s when I notice an attractive young men sitting next to me, around my age. He was laughing, like literally laughing at what I said. He had puffy type of hair, short yet long at the top of his head, beautiful brown eyes, he seemed tall, he had an amazing, beautiful smile that could light up a whole town, he had blue jeans on, a white t-shirt that said “VANS” in red and black and white converse.

“Like what you see?” he said.

“Uhm, what?” I said as my face grew hot.

“You were just staring at me.” He said through a smirk.

“I was not! I was just looking at how strange it is to wear a shirt that says VANS and converses!” I said in my defense.

“It is not strange! It’s just not cliché!” He said while blushing.

“Cliché? Really? That’s a new one…” I said through small giggles.

“So, why were you gaging about the falling in love statement?” he asked while raising an eyebrow.

“Nice way to change the subject, and because it’s cliché. Why are we expected to fall in love? It’s stupid! Life should be about adventures not falling in love!” I said in frustration.

“Who’s talking about cliché now? And I don’t know… Maybe it’ll be nice to fall in love, in the city OF love. That’s how you know it’s real.” He responded why empathizing the word “of”.

I looked at him as if he was crazy, “Uhm, you my friend are very cliché. I said “so, what’s your name?”

“I’m Kyle Rios, I’m a photographer!” he said with his beautiful smile. “How about you?”

“I’m Stella Rodriguez, I’m a journalist for the fashion industry.”

“Rodriguez, huh? So, you’re latin?”

“Yes, sir, Aren’t you as well?”

“Yes, haha. Columbian actually.”

“That’s cool, I’m Puerto Rican.” I said with a smile.

“That’s nice, I’ll talk to you later I’ma take a nap” he said while yawning.

Hours Later…

“Uhm, hey… Stella? Wake up!” Kyle said while shaking me.

“Uhm, yeah?” I said confused. “Dinner is being served.”

“Oh, thank you…”

The food was served we given a croissant with ham, a Cesar salad and the drink of our choice.

“You okay?” asked Kyle.

“Uhm, yeah?” I said while giggling and looking at him weirdly.

“Okay then…” said Kyle through a small laugh.

After getting some more sleep and hours of being up in the sky as high as the Gods, we finally arrived to the main airport in Paris. It was seven in the morning, the six hour difference making me exhausted. I quickly checked into my hotel and changed into black sweat pants that hang loosely, a one shoulder hanging oversized sweater in black, and pink fluffy socks. I walked around the suite. It was huge and beyond gorgeous it had beautiful chandeliers, a comfortable living room/sitting area, a small kitchen with all the food you can think of, from healthy to unhealthy, a small desk which would be perfect for my working area and finally the sleeping area which also contained a massive bathroom, a perfect walking in closet, and a beautiful bed in the middle of the room fixed at perfection. After, checking the suite out and putting some of my things away I went to bed…

“I’m late! OH MY GOD!” As I wake up I realize it’s four in the afternoon. I was supposed to be at my first fashion show at five and I wasn’t’ even ready yet! As I jump out of bed and dig into the cloth I had taken out of my suitcase I pick a pair of black jeans, black high heels, and a peach shirt that was crossed at the back. After, applying light makeup, putting my hair in a ponytail, curling the tips of my hair. I grabbed my phone, purse, keys, and ran out the door! The car was waiting for me out front of the hotel. With luck, I made it into the Fashion Show at four fifty.

“Stella?!” I heard someone say. I turned around and see Kyle.

“What are you doing here?” I said in excitement.

“I’m taking pictures of the fashion shows, I’m staying here for the next four weeks!” He said.

“Oh my god! Me too, but I’m interviewing, and reviewing the new collections!” I said.

He smiled and said, “We shall have fun together!”

The first two weeks went in a flash. Fashion shows, interviews, viewing collections, calling Genesis and my mom, spending time with Kyle, eating, and sleeping was my cycle. One night as Kyle and I were hanging out I said,

“I been in Paris for the past three weeks and the fact I haven’t gone to the Eifel Tower is pretty depressing.”

He laughed and said, “We both have tomorrow completely off, let’s go explore! Forget about sleeping!”

I laughed and agreed.

The next day I put on highwaisted shorts, red vans, a white lose shirt with a black bow drawn on it. A black cross purse, sunglasses, light make up, and I was ready to go. Kyle met me in the lobby wearing a blue lined tank top, khaki shorts, and blue vans.

“Oh, look! We make the colors of the flag!” he said excitedly

I laughed and said, “You’re an idiot.” In my mind I said, “An idiot I’m falling in love with…”

After walking in different museums for hours and going to tourist sites. I grew impatient and asked about a thousand times to go to the Eifel Tower. Kyle’s answer would always be a simple “Later.” Night fell, the moon and stars shined brighter than ever before. It was a perfect night. I could see the Eifel Tower shinning at the distance from the small restaurant Kyle and I were eating at. After leaving the restaurant we walked to the Eifel Tower hand in hand and stood in front of it. Kyle then blindfolded me. I was swept off my feet and carried up some stairs. When I’m put down and the blindfold is taken off I realize I’m standing at the very top of the Eifel Tower. I gasped and said

“This is beautiful!”

“I’m glad you liked it, I kinda did this last because I wanted it to be empty and they told me this would be the best time and they left it open just for us…” He said while scratching his neck.

A habit I’ve learned he does when nervous. I then response “That’s very sweet and thoughtful, but why?”

“Because, I have something to tell you.” He stops and takes a deep breath, I nod in approvement for him to processed.

“Stella, I know we’ve only known each other for a month. But, since the moment I met you I knew you were the one. In the plane, I watched you sleep and I thought you were the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I thought I would never see you again but when I saw you at the Fashion Show I knew I couldn’t let you get away. You have an amazing personality. You’re happy all the time, and have a smile that can light up this whole town. You’re smart, caring, charming, and so much more. You’re a terrible joker though,” He said in a laughing matter, “besides that. I’m in love with you. Stella, will you marry me?” he asked as he got on one knee and pulled out a small black box with the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. With tears in my eyes, I said yes.

Since that day I’ve never been alone. I’ve had the love of my life with me, Kyle Rios.


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