My first class ticket is a crumpled piece of paper that I hand sheepishly to the lady at the gate. I feel the glares on my back from the people behind me. 708 more words
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You’re all everyone’s talking about, kid.
My then fiancé (now husband), who is very French (and gorgeous) by nose and accent (sometimes when mad haha), and myself decided to have our engagement party (since the wedding will be at my home country) at his hometown, Limoges (Limousine region). 246 more words