Finally, she was here. The journey from Australian suburbia to Parisian laneway had been more emotional than she’d anticipated. What began as a simple decision to take a 12 month contract with the Paris branch resulted in a tangled mess of hurt feelings and broken promises. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, she lamented.
“I only wanted to taste a REAL chocolate croissant”, she said out loud as the buttery smell from yet another bakery wafted by.
He had Skyped her already, every day in fact. With beer bottles and the sound of his mates laughter in the background, she knew she didn’t belong there anymore. In only a week, she had been introduced to the culture, the decadence, the romance. Yes it was confirmed, she was in love, with Paris.
Each step she took led her further from her past, and like the rain falling from the sky, washed away the past to reveal the beautiful rainbow of the future.