In the restaurant at night, several mounted lamps hung on the walls and columns, and every round table had a pair of candles. The spots of firelight were elegant and warm.
Simon Forrester helped Sienna Thornton take off her wool coat and handed it to the waiter. They sat by the window.
From this angle, one could see the Notre Dame Cathedral across the river. Under the misty night, the cathedral, illuminated by faint lights, appeared mysterious, like a ghost castle from a mythological realm.
Sienna rested her chin on her hand, shifted her gaze to Simon sitting across from her, and smiled: "In the past twenty years, I've never had such a feeling. The surprises I've gathered in just two days in Lumeria are enough to nourish a lifetime of memories."
Simon stared at her, smiling gently: "That's why many people give up high-paid jobs, even sell their properties, just to fulfill their dream of traveling the world. If possible, I hope we can travel the world too, just you and me."
