MidReal Story
Parisian Hearts: A Bride's Dilemma
Scenario: I'm engaged but fell for another one
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Lucas Bennett
charming stranger, unknown to Emily initially, athletic build with piercing blue eyes, charismatic and adventurous.
Tom Henderson
loyal fiancé, in a relationship with Emily, tall with dark hair, dependable and traditional.
Emily Carter
conflicted bride, engaged to Tom, slender with curly blonde hair, indecisive and romantic.
I’m getting married in two days.
I should be happy, right?
I mean, I am happy.
I think.
But I’m also nervous and excited and scared and a little bit sad.
And now, as I sit at a café in Paris with the sun shining down on me, I’m feeling something else too.
Something that’s making my heart race and my palms sweat.
It’s him.
The man who just walked past me and gave me a smile that made my stomach flip over.
I’m getting married in two days.
I should be happy, right?
I mean, I am happy.
I think.
But I’m also nervous and excited and scared and a little bit sad.
And now, as I sit at a café in Paris with the sun shining down on me, I’m feeling something else too.
Something that’s making my heart race and my palms sweat.
It’s him.
The man who just walked past me and gave me a smile that made my stomach flip over.
He’s tall and muscular with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and he’s wearing a pair of faded jeans that fit him perfectly.
His hands are shoved in the pockets of his white T-shirt, the sleeves rolled up to expose his tanned forearms.
And he has a smile that could melt the panties off any woman within a hundred feet.
I don’t know him, and I’ll never see him again, but I feel like I just might pass out from the way he looked at me.
He was walking down the street with two other guys, laughing and joking around like they didn’t have a care in the world.
When he saw me, his eyes met mine, and he gave me a slow smile that sent shivers down my spine.
He was so tall that he towered over his friends, and as he walked he turned his head to keep his eyes on me until we were no longer facing each other.
My eyes followed him as he continued down the street, his long legs eating up the pavement as if he had nothing better to do than stroll around in the sunshine.
"Enjoying the view?"
I heard one of his friends say, and I turned back to face the other way.
The man was gone, lost in a sea of people walking up and down the street with their friends and families on this gorgeous summer’s day.
I couldn’t help myself—I turned around to look for him one more time, something I never would have done back home, but Paris is a big city, and we were never going to run into each other again.
I should be happy, right?
I mean, I am happy.
I think.
But I’m also nervous and excited and scared and a little bit sad.
And now, as I sit at a café in Paris with the sun shining down on me, I’m feeling something else too.
Something that’s making my heart race and my palms sweat.
It’s him.
The man who just walked past me and gave me a smile that made my stomach flip over.
He’s tall and muscular with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and he’s wearing a pair of faded jeans that fit him perfectly.
His hands are shoved in the pockets of his white T-shirt, the sleeves rolled up to expose his tanned forearms.
I don’t know him, and I’ll never see him again, but I feel like I just might pass out from the way he looked at me.He was walking down the street with two other guys, laughing and joking around like they didn’t have a care in the world.
When he saw me, his eyes met mine, and he gave me a slow smile that sent shivers down my spine.
He was so tall that he towered over his friends, and as he walked he turned his head to keep his eyes on me until we were no longer facing each other.
My eyes followed him as he continued down the street, his long legs eating up the pavement as if he had nothing better to do than stroll around in the sunshine."Enjoying the view?"
I heard one of his friends say, and I turned back to face the other way.
The man was gone, lost in a sea of people walking up and down the street with their friends and families on this gorgeous summer’s day.
I couldn’t help myself—I turned around to look for him one more time, something I never would have done back home, but Paris is a big city, and we were never going to run into each other again.
I’m getting married in two days.
I should be happy, right?
I mean, I am happy.
I think.
But I’m also nervous and excited and scared and a little bit sad.
And now, as I sit at a café in Paris with the sun shining down on me, I’m feeling something else too.
Something that’s making my heart race and my palms sweat.
It’s him.
The man who just walked past me and gave me a smile that made my stomach flip over.
He’s tall and muscular with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and he’s wearing a pair of faded jeans that fit him perfectly.
He was walking down the street with two other guys, laughing and joking around like they didn’t have a care in the world.
When he saw me, his eyes met mine, and he gave me a slow smile that sent shivers down my spine.
He was so tall that he towered over his friends, and as he walked he turned his head to keep his eyes on me until we were no longer facing each other.
My eyes followed him as he continued down the street, his long legs eating up the pavement as if he had nothing better to do than stroll around in the sunshine."Enjoying the view?"
I heard one of his friends say, and I turned back to face the other way.
The man was gone, lost in a sea of people walking up and down the street with their friends and families on this gorgeous summer’s day.I couldn’t help myself—I turned around to look for him one more time, something I never would have done back home, but Paris is a big city, and we were never going to run into each other again.
I’m getting married in two days.
I should be happy, right?
I mean, I am happy.
I think.
But I’m also nervous and excited and scared and a little bit sad.
And now, as I sit at a café in Paris with the sun shining down on me, I’m feeling something else too.
Something that’s making my heart race and my palms sweat.
It’s him.
The man who just walked past me and gave me a smile that made my stomach flip over.
He’s tall and muscular with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and he’s wearing a pair of faded jeans that fit him perfectly.
He has a simple white T-shirt on, and it clings to his broad shoulders and flat stomach in a way that makes it obvious how strong and fit he is.
He has a five o’clock shadow that makes him look rugged and dangerous, and I can’t help but wish that he was walking back down the street toward me instead of away from me.
When I first saw him, I thought that I might faint from the way my body reacted to him, and now that he’s gone I wish that I could see him one more time.
I’ve been in Paris for three days, and I haven’t seen anyone who looks like him.
I should have stayed home, I think.
I should have canceled this trip.
He was just a random guy walking down the street, and I’m getting married in two days.
But I have a feeling I would have met someone else eventually.
That’s what Sarah told me when I called her to tell her that she couldn’t come with me because of work.
"I know you’re disappointed," she said, "but we’ll have so much fun when you get back. Don’t worry about me."
Sarah is my best friend, and I miss her terribly.
