When Anna pushed open the hotel balcony door, a rush of cold air immediately brushed against her face. She stiffened slightly, yet still endured the chill as she looked outside—Paris was wrapped in a delicate veil of silvery morning mist. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower shimmered through thin snow and early sunlight, glowing like the purest light of winter.
“What a beautiful view, isn’t it, Hannah?”
Anna turned around. Behind her, Hannah was walking over with two steaming cups of hot cocoa, wearing a smile as warm as the morning light.
“Let’s go out for a walk,” Hannah suggested.
“Sure, let’s go!” Anna replied cheerfully, closing the door as they prepared to head out.
Hand in hand, they strolled along the Champs-Élysées. The entire avenue sparkled like a river of golden stars. Christmas lights twinkled softly among the branches, each tree seeming to offer them its own festive blessing.
Suddenly, Hannah stopped. She gently held Anna’s wrist and took a crystal bracelet from her bag, its surface catching the light.
“For you. A Christmas present,” she whispered, carefully fastening it around Anna’s wrist.
Anna lowered her head in surprise, gazing at the shimmering crystals. Her heart softened, like a marshmallow melting into hot cocoa.
“It’s so beautiful… thank you!” she said with a bright smile, then leaned closer and whispered into Hannah’s ear, “Come on—close your eyes.”
Hannah obediently did as told. Anna stepped behind her and fastened a silver necklace around her neck.
“This one’s for you.”
Hannah opened her eyes. The colorful lights from the shop windows reflected their figures—one bracelet, one necklace, two pairs of eyes meeting. They looked at each other at the same time, their faces blooming into radiant, adorable smiles.
They wandered all the way to the base of the Eiffel Tower, where a small Christmas market filled the air with the scent of cinnamon, roasted chestnuts, and mulled wine. Laughter and festive music intertwined, like a warm overture woven just for winter.
Hannah bought two cups of mulled wine. The one she handed to Anna had an extra cinnamon stick.
“It’s sweeter,” she said softly.
Anna took a sip, warmth spreading deep through her body. When she looked up, she saw Hannah gazing at her intently. That look was even softer and warmer than the golden lights of the Eiffel Tower. Unable to resist, Anna leaned in and returned it with a gentle, certain kiss.
As the sun slowly set, golden lights began to glow one by one around them.
When night fell, they boarded the luxurious Seine River dinner yacht they had reserved in advance.
Outside the window, Paris looked enchanted. The lights of Notre-Dame, City Hall, and the Musée d’Orsay reflected on the river, transforming into soft ripples of gold.
Inside the cabin, a towering white Christmas tree released a faint pine fragrance. A pianist’s fingers glided across the keys, filling the air with romantic French melodies.
Anna raised her glass. “Merry Christmas!”
Hannah clinked her glass lightly against Anna’s. “Merry Christmas!”
Candlelight illuminated their profiles, and the world seemed to shrink until only the two of them remained, along with the whispered flow of the Seine.
In the gentle play of light and shadow, Anna leaned closer and spoke as if making a wish.
“ From now on…I hope every Christmas, you’ll be by my side.”
Hannah nodded, resting her head softly against Anna’s chest, her arms gently wrapped around her.
They could both clearly feel it—
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the steady, rhythmic beating of their hearts—
Warm and bright, like the lights of Paris at that very moment, and just as real as the love they shared.
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