#Savoring Paris

[watchinghallmark]

BETHANY JOY LENZ as ELLA WEBER Savoring Paris (2024)

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Upcoming Hallmark Movies to air in June

For Love & Honey Saturday June 1, 8pm/7c on the Hallmark Channel Beekeeper Eva uncovers an ancient fresco while rescuing a hive. Austen, a visiting archeologist, thinks it is key to his research, so he persuades Eva to help him on his quest across Malta. Starring Andrew Walker and Margaret Clunie.

Savoring Paris Saturday June 8, 8pm/7c on the Hallmark Channel Disillusioned with her life, Ella embarks on a soul-searching journey to Paris where she navigates love, self-discovery and cheese amidst the enchanting backdrop of The City of Love. Stars Bethany Joy Lenz and Stanley Weber.

A Greek Recipe for Romance Saturday June 15, 8pm/7c on the Hallmark Channel After a recent setback, Abby heads to Greece to visit her mom and decide what's next. While there, she meets Theo and they team up to open a restaurant. But will Abby be able to stay? Starring Danielle C. Ryan and Rafael Kariotakis.

Two Scoops of Italy Saturday June 22, 8pm/7c on the Hallmark Channel When an American chef travels to a quant village in Italy for inspiration, she falls in love with the flavors, culture, gelato, and the Italian gentleman who helps her discover it all. Starring Hunter King and Michele Rosiello.

Tipline Mysteries: Dial 1 for Murder Thursday May 16 on Hallmark Movies Now Friday June 7, 9pm/8c on Hallmark Mystery A cryptic call about a planned jewelry heist draws a Detroit Free Press tipline operator, Maddie Moore, into a dangerous homicide case alongside a newly promoted detective. Starring Holland Roden and Chris McNally.

[hallmarktheheartoftv]

Savoring Paris

[tropesofhallmark]

Savoring Paris

[uncleasad]

Watched Hallmark’s latest original movie, Savoring Paris, tonight while making/eating dinner, and I’m always happiest when they find ways to deviate from the formula, which this film did in new and interesting ways.

The love triangle was subtle (or at least subtler than typical), and it wasn’t “boyfriend who seems the logical choice on paper but doesn’t actually get her” vs “new complication or old flame who does get her” kind of triangle, either. In some ways, the romantic angle is very much secondary to our heroine’s (Ella, aka Bethany Joy Lenz of Haley James Scott fame) corporate burnout and search for meaning in her life. The film even comes up with believable, if not entirely successful, causes for the “last half-hour conflict” that splits the meant-to-be couple apart temporarily.

The BFF role even has a tiny character arc of her own, which I was pleased to see, even if it was underdeveloped. The BFF, Clotilde, is not technically the token person of color (sigh), but she’s portrayed by French-Palestinian actress Manon Azem, so some of us can make that leap; the film, however, never gives any indication that Clotilde is supposed to be Franco-Arab. (The token person of color is actually Ella’s colleague at her soon-to-be-former job, who has perhaps 4 lines in the first 15 minutes of the film.) Azem looks strikingly familiar, although I can’t place her doppelgänger—the hair reminds me somewhat of my friend Nadya from grad school, but the face is familiar, too.

Every now and again, I’d catch a hint of southern accent in Lenz’s delivery of certain lines, which I can’t say as I recall from One Tree Hill, when the characters were from the south (but that was a long time ago!); it’s one of those things that brings a smile to my face. Also, her portrayal of the burnout phase was stellar—physically, vocally, emotionally, the whole package—so much so that I wondered if Lenz was enduring some sort of traumatic life event during filming!

I’ve never been one to want to act on a whim, be bold and go—although occasionally I have fantasies of being that person, but there are plenty of reminders that I am an introvert at my core to burst those bubbles—but this movie had me missing Paris (and lamenting the sorry state of my French—not much better than Ella’s!) and Cairo. Perhaps I am due another bout of wanderlust?

[darlenefblog]

Savoring Paris - 2024 - Hallmark

"Disillusioned with her life, Ella embarks on a soul-searching journey to Paris where she navigates love, self-discovery and cheese amidst the enchanting backdrop of The City of Love. A frustrated American food-chain executive who quits her job to recapture the enchantment she felt during a college trip to Paris. She flies to the City of Love to eat cheese and reignite her passion and finds herself torn between two potential paramours. 

Starring Bethany Joy Lenz and Stanley Weber.

So cute, I liked the actors and the plot. Leaving a good paying job was a risky thing to do. The nasty frozen food she was working on for market was a good reason to leave. If you can't in good conscience sell something then don't. Her long ago trip to Paris was a time she felt happy so off she goes. Paris as a backdrop is fabulous and Hallmark picked the creme de la creme. The filming was 2 weeks and I'm so jealous. After her trips to the cheese shop I wanted cheese and lots of it. Problem is Memphis isn't a hot bed of variety...of any food. I could travel across town to a specialty food chain but I still wouldn't find a cheese shop. Next time in that area I'm stopping in on the chance I'll find something exotic.

[frontporchjunkie]

Stream savoring Paris and Tipline mysteries dial number 1 for murder on peacock

[m0chisenpai]

Could you consider doing a fwb reader who refuses to be with them because she thinks that they are so toxic (but they are pinning over her HARD because i like my men obsessive over me)

(also i said "they" because i didnt knew who to pick 😭 but this just screams lestat or armand)

The hunt

˚｡⋆ lestat de lioncourt x black!fem!reader x armand

in which neither lestat nor armand can keep their eyes off box one

You joined the theatre after watching your maker burn to a crisp. Truth be told you would have done him in yourself had they not stepped in. He was ancient and delirious, you were a pretty face plucked from the slums.Wrong place at the wrong time led you to several years of torture shackled to his side. You posed as his distant relative, some nights you were his niece, other's his heiress bastard.

And in return you lived a comfortable life of luxuries. It was bearable, you no longer had to scrape for food or warmth nor shelter. Yet none of that mattered did it?

Though you had to bear his unwarranted advances, his unwanted pet names, it all made your skin crawl. Sharing his bed was a rare occassion, but you made sure he was drunk on blood to manage those nights better. Anything to satiate his loneliness and perserve the little dignity you had left.

Tonight he said he needed to attend to his affairs, leaving you to explore the city. A rare treat that you savored in all of its glory. You made unnecessary purchases on his account. New gowns, shoes and fans, head pieces for the upcoming season and gatherings to come. You drained the dressmaker, a fop, and made arrangements with a singer of the opera for the next night.

When you arrived to your Paris manor to find it in shambles and the man burning amidst it all, all you could do was sigh and use his flames to light the cigarette while you watched him turned to ash. Perhaps you were dizzy from the two you consumed, but you felt like you were on a cloud. As though you were outside of your body watching him crymble to dust.

You hardly flinched when the carriage boy screamed for help, at least you asume it was for help he was speaking in french.

What were you to do now? His accounts were already settled in my name, but I liked this home. Now I'll have to replace my belongings, find new lodging, how burdensome.

"Your maker is no more fledgling," his presence startles you but you stand your ground against the elder now standing at your side. Honeyed eyes watching you concealed behind false glasses but he is amused by how you stand your ground. How you don't flinch as his children gorge themselves ont he carriage boy whose wails are quickly silenced.

"I can see," you tap the ashes into the flames. "I was not made aware more of us were in this world. he always made it seem it was us that had this Gift."

"Your maker like many wanted you in the dark, fledgling," his eyes soften as you nod. There is emptiness in your eyes, like you are here. But at the same time far away. "He violated the ancients laws. He disrespected my coven and reaped the consequences of his choices."

"Coven?" Now he has your attention. You step up to him careful if you were next on this vendetta. "He never told me about laws or covens. Just said to tell him if I saw any more of us in the shadows. I smelled them, but I was too bored to tell the pig."

He knows. He searched your mind fromt he shadows. Watching you shed no tears for your maker. All you could think of was no longer having to deal with him anymore. No longer were you forced to share his coffin, feel his disgusting hands. Armand felt your disgust, it churned his stomach.

He saw himself in your eyes. You and him were one in the same. Two broken souls forced into this life, yet you adapted well just as he. A hunger to learn more is clear in your thoughts. He holds his hand to you, "come. Join us. And I can guarantee you will not suffer the same fate."

You stare at his hand, discarding the cigarette next to you. "Will I truly?"

"Yes, come." There was a softness to his voice. You brought a nurturing side out to him he never knew was there. As he guided you back to the theatre, not once did his hand leave yours. You would spend the first night in his coffin, just in case he did try and kill you.

Armand presents you in front of the coven the next night. You found them off putting, but you would grow used to their presence. All eccentric and coy. From across the world and living many lifetimes.

"Lestat De Lioncourt, one of our actors and founding members," you bow your head to him but he takes your hand in his pressing a kiss to your hand.

"Will this beauty be joining us on stage Armand?"

"No, she will observe with me for the time being until she finds her place and completes her intiation."

The blonde groans looking upon you with a twinkle in those blue eyes, "Ah maitre, it is sin to hide such a beautiful face." He flashes you a cheekly smile which you quickly brush aside, merelt offering him a noncholant tilt of your head.

"And I hope you put that charm to use on stage Mr.Lioncourt" you retort stepping back beside Armand.

"You have a bite in you fledgling, don't lose it."

French boys. You can only shake your head.

They were all the same. Flowery words, thoughts of lust and poetry. Philosophy. But this blonde beauty, this one was different. No thoughts of heaven or hell, evil and good. No his thoughts intrigued you.

The first year you find yourself being a production assitant of some sort to Armand. You have your own quarters in the theatre. Filled with your gowns, jewels, your riches. You offer him input in changes, or adjusting scenery his scripts when need be. Always sitting in box one of the performances.

He won't admit it outloud but he felt you were the fledgling he was meant to make. Not your old maker.

His affections grew into something else. Was it romantic? No, vampires felt more than just human emotion. This was supernatural. Primal. As he sat in the box, he watched your gaze upon Lestat. You sat up straighter eyes wide with pride.

He wanted you to look at him like that.

"He's off script again," Armand clicks his tongue, he looks over to you.

"Yes, but don't you think it sounds better this way. Less boring if you ask me."

"It would had he done it during rehersal." His eyes watch as your fiddle with the cuffs of your gown. He takes your hand into his own, now he has yoru eyes which look up at him.

"Yes?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see your eyes for a moment fledgling."

"Are you growing soft Armand?" You smirk up at him, sitting up and tilting your head as to suggest you were to kiss him which he anticipates.

"The next act is starting" you whisper situating yourself to watch the performance. His eyes open, looking now to the stage, where Lestat bows smirking up at the box as you stand to join the applause.

You pace back and forth in front of Lestat who reads from his script. The coven look as dead as their hearts, the poor diva couldn’t get his line. He had been slacking lately as death, and he needed to improve for the upcoming performance.

You wouldn’t admit it, but he played death well. He was as vicious as death. But you needed death to have romance to it. Death was as beautiful as he was fearsome. We all must face it, it steals, it seduces, but int he end Death never leaves epty handed. Hence, why you believe Lestat plays death well.

"Come now Lestat as though you are in love!" you exclaim. He reads the line again but it sounds more...harsh than loving. You can see it upon the woman who steps in as your victim for the night. Her lip is turned up similar to your own.

"Lestat surely you bedded enough women to know how to speak sweet love. Speak as though you wish to lure her, to drink her lust and her blood." You look up at him, he looks down upon you and in one big swoop pulls you to the stage by your free arm.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea," he whispers it tenderly, his hand cups your cheek the other srill holding the script in hand.

"My love as deep; the more I give to thee. The more I have, for both are infinite." He is closer now. "How was that?"

"Better, now do it with your bride of death tonight." You whisper Walking past him into the wings hoping that he did not see the moment of vulnerability in your eyes.

Armand can't help but watch as you write at your desk, beside the new set of perfumes and fans he gifted you. He watches your lips move slowly. Your french has improved with his assistance. But you slip up, speaking in poor dialect as he calls it.

Poor dilalect does not suit beautiful lips he tells you over and over.

He feels a presence all too familar behind him.

"Shouldn't you be practicing your lines, puce."

"My apologies maitre," Lestat speaks in false humility bowing his head. "I wished to practice them with-"

"Unnecessary. I will be speaking with her regarding the performances and coven matters. Check with one of the children, surely another can play your bride well enough.”

“Ahh yes,” Lestat hums. Taking a bold step to stand beside Armand, who continues to watch your hand move with quickness across one of his scripts.

They don’t know, but you listen. You hear their thoughts. Desires to have you as their own. You know it. Felt it the moment both men entered your lives.

But no longer will you be held captive by another man’s desires. No, the fates of their hearts shall be in the palm of your hand this time. You give them your eyes looking at them now.

You smile, Lestat happily returns it. Armand merely bows his head to enter. He clearly has told Lestat something because he is gone in an instant.

For now, you’ll indulge them. Let them think they are winning. It’s fun when your food is unaware. That is what Armand tells you during one of your hunts. It makes the blood sweeter, and the hunt more invigorating.

Thus begins the hunt.

[magalhaessims]

THIRSTY CACTUS DINER - MAXIS-MATCH CC BUILD

Fresh and renewed! One of my very first builds, now with a modern twist! The Thirsty Cactus Diner is the ideal destination for those seeking a brief escape, where you can unwind and savor the perfection of a robust cup of black coffee. Also, I've just created my very first Speed Build Video on YouTube! If you appreciate this type of content, be sure to check it out. I hope you enjoy the video!

NOT CC FREE 

Lot Type: Cafe | Bar | Restaurant

Size: 30x20 

World: Oasis Springs 

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Amoebae: GF Horizontal Slats & Vertical Beans | Vintage Dining Set | Plastered Style || AroundTheSims4: Diner | Paris (Bench) | Restaurant || AwingedLlhama: Nostalgia Living (Blinds) || Charly Pancakes: Chalk (Kitchen Clutter) || TheClutterCat: BubbleGum | Dandy Diary (Glasses) || Felixandre: Colonial | Paris | Soho || Harrie: Halcyon Kitchen | Klean | Spoons || HouseOfHarlix: Baysic Bathroom | Baysic || LittleDica: Delicious Kitchen | Greasy Goods | Rise&Grind | Summer Party || Max20: Cozy Bathroom | Dining Room Kit | Kitchen Appliances | Poolside Lounge (Plants) || Peacemaker-ic: Creta Kitchen (Mini Frigde) || Pierisim: Coldbrew | David Apartment | Domaine Du Clos | Pantry || RVSN: ShopChef Consumables || Simkoos: Clutter Dump || SixamCC: Private Schools (Fire Alarm) || SurelySims: Kitchen Of Tomorrow | Office Space || Syboulette: Crossfit Reborn (Wall Digital Clock) || Taurus Design: Lilith Chillin’ Areas: Coffee Corner || Zx-Ta: Painting | Retro Diner

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Paris Restaurant & Suite 'Le Rêve Éternel' | CC Build | Tiktok

Nestled in the heart of a charming Parisian quartier, Le Rêve Éternel stands as a beacon of timeless elegance and culinary delight. This exquisite fusion of restaurant and café invites guests to step into a world where tradition meets refinement.

Above the restaurant, a picturesque apartment awaits, its charm revealed by tall curtains lining the the open windows. This intimate retreat boasts a small balcony overlooking the cobblestone street below, offering a serene view of the Parisian rooftops and the iconic Eiffel Tower in the distance. The balcony is perfect for savoring a morning croissant or an evening glass of wine, as the city hums quietly beneath you.

Together, Le Rêve Éternel and its apartment create a seamless blend of Parisian elegance, inviting guests to indulge in a complete experience of culinary and residential delight.

Gallery ID | PixelGlam

$441,443

Restaurant Lot Type, can be turned into a Residential Rental

20x20 Lot Size, built in Magnolia Promenade

Packs Used | Get Famous, Get Together & My Wedding Stories

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Savoring Paris (2024)

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[rheya28]

Bloom Garden & Cafe ♥ The Sims 4: Speed Build // CC

Bloom Garden and Cafe offers a delightful escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. Housed within a historic red brick building adorned with timeless elegance, the cafe boasts captivating skylights that bathe the space in natural light, creating an inviting ambiance throughout the day.

Whether you're savoring a freshly brewed cup of coffee, indulging in delectable pastries, or simply basking in the tranquility of the surroundings, our cafe and garden offer a haven of relaxation and rejuvenation

➽ Speed Build Video

➽ Extra Notes:

● I built this last minute but It turned out so cute so I hope you all enjoy. I'm not quite done my main build, so I'm putting this out for now.

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➽ Lot Details

Lot Name: Bloom Garden and Cafe Lot type: Cafe Lot size: 40x30 Location: Windenburg

➽ MODS

● Tool Mod by Twisted Mexi

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[tropesofhallmark]

Savoring Paris

[steephanie07]

Hidden in Plain Sight - CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Gasly! Reader

Summary: YN returns to the Formula 1 paddock, but when her brother Pierre discovers her secret, a confrontation leads to the fallout that forces them to navigate the fallout and seek forgiveness.

Word count: 2,2 K

YN stood at the edge of the bustling paddock, her heart racing more than the cars that zipped by just a few meters away. The smell of burning rubber and the roar of engines filled the air, a symphony of adrenaline that made her feel alive. She had missed this—the thrill of Formula 1 racing, the camaraderie among the teams, and the electrifying atmosphere. But most of all, she had missed Charles.

After years of studying art in Paris, where the city’s beauty and creativity had infused her soul, YN was finally back home. It had been an intense journey filled with new experiences, but nothing could compare to the feeling of being near Charles again. Their long-distance relationship had been challenging, filled with late-night video calls and whispered promises of togetherness. But now, as she stood there, she was determined to make the most of their time together, even if it meant sneaking around.

Charles Leclerc was the star of the show that day, and YN felt a flutter of pride as she watched him interact with his team and fans. He was focused, determined, and undeniably charming. But there was a secret that hung in the air, one that made YN’s heart race even faster than the cars on the track. No one knew about their relationship—except for Kikka, Pierre’s girlfriend. Pierre, her protective brother and Charles’s best friend, was blissfully unaware of the love blossoming between them.

As the day wore on, YN found moments to slip away from the crowd. She would text Charles, their conversations filled with playful banter and stolen affection. They arranged to meet at his hotel room after the day’s events, a safe haven where they could be themselves without the prying eyes of the F1 world.

“Can’t wait to see you tonight,” YN typed, her fingers flying over the screen.

“Me neither. Just a few more hours,” came Charles’s reply, followed by a heart emoji that made her smile.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, YN felt a flutter of excitement mixed with anxiety. She navigated through the bustling crowd, carefully avoiding anyone who might recognize her. The last thing she wanted was for Pierre to discover her secret.

After the race concluded, YN hurried to Charles’s hotel, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had to be careful. As she approached the door, she glanced around to ensure no one was watching. With a deep breath, she slipped inside and closed the door quietly behind her.

“YN!” Charles exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face as he pulled her into an embrace. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too,” she whispered, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. They stood together for a moment, savoring the feeling of being reunited.

“Did you see the race?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I did! You were amazing out there,” she said, genuinely impressed. “I think everyone could feel your determination.”

As they settled into a cozy corner of the room, the atmosphere shifted from excitement to intimacy. They shared stories of their time apart, laughter filling the space as they reminisced about their shared moments and the adventures YN had experienced in Paris.

But their bubble of happiness was about to burst.

Just as they were getting comfortable, the door swung open unexpectedly.

“Hey, Charles, I just wanted to—” Pierre paused, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him.

YN froze, her heart sinking. In a panic, she quickly darted into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She pressed her back against the wall, trying to control her breathing, her heart pounding in her ears.

“What’s going on here?” Pierre asked, his voice filled with confusion and anger.

“Nothing, Pierre, just… I was sorting things out,” Charles stammered, trying to deflect.

“Are you hiding something from me?” Pierre asked, suspiciously eyeing the room.

YN listened from inside the bathroom, her heart racing. She could hear Pierre’s voice growing more tense, and she felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She hadn’t meant for things to turn out this way.

Before Charles could come up with a convincing excuse, Lando Norris and Carlos Sainz burst into the room, laughing and eager to celebrate.

“Charles! Come on, let’s go! Everyone’s waiting!” Lando called, oblivious to the tension in the room.

Pierre shot Charles a glare. “What were you doing before we walked in? Who were you hiding?”

Charles opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything, Pierre’s gaze fell on the bathroom door.

“Is someone in there?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

YN held her breath, praying Pierre wouldn’t knock. Just as he took a step toward the bathroom door, Kikka entered the room, sensing the tension and immediately stepping in to diffuse it.

“Hey, Pierre! Why don’t we head down to the celebration?” Kikka said, giving him a warm smile and placing a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’ve been talking all week about celebrating with the team!”

Pierre hesitated, glancing suspiciously at the bathroom door again. But finally, he nodded, somewhat reassured.

“Fine, but we’re talking about this later, Charles.”

As the door finally closed behind them and Pierre and Kikka left, YN exhaled a long breath and stepped out of the bathroom. Charles pulled her into his arms immediately, whispering, “That was way too close. I’m so sorry you had to hide like that.”

“I know… It’s just so hard,” YN said, her voice breaking a little. “I don’t want to keep hiding us anymore.”

Charles stroked her hair gently, nodding in understanding. “I don’t either. I hate lying to Pierre. But if he finds out… I don’t know how he’ll react.”

YN sighed, feeling the weight of their secret pressing down on her. Later that night, while Charles was busy with the post-race celebrations, she found herself confiding in Kikka.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up,” YN admitted as they sat in a quiet corner of the hotel lounge. “I feel guilty every time I look at Pierre. And now with all the other drivers starting to notice…”

Kikka gave her a sympathetic look. “It’s a lot to carry alone, YN. But you love him, don’t you?”

YN nodded, feeling the warmth rise in her cheeks. “Yes, I do. But Pierre—he’d never understand.”

Kikka reached out and squeezed her hand. “Just remember, whatever happens, you have people who support you.”

Over the next few races, YN and Charles continued to steal moments together, but the drivers were starting to notice. Lando was the first to figure it out. One evening, while they were hanging out after a race, he caught Charles glancing at his phone with that familiar smile.

“You’re texting YN again, aren’t you?” Lando teased, nudging Charles.

Charles tried to brush it off, but Lando saw right through him. “Come on, man, you can admit it. I already know you’re into her. And she’s Pierre’s sister, right?”

Before Charles could respond, Carlos chimed in. “I thought I saw her sneaking into your driver’s room the other day. Is something going on between you two?”

Charles looked between his friends, realizing that keeping it a secret was quickly becoming impossible.

“Look, yes, we’re together,” he admitted quietly. “But please, don’t say anything to Pierre. He doesn’t know.”

Lando’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Oh, we won’t tell him. But you know this is gonna be a lot harder to keep hidden now.”

Carlos chuckled, giving Charles a pat on the shoulder. “Good luck with that, mate.”

As word subtly spread among the drivers, it became an open secret in the F1 paddock. They would see YN slipping away to meet Charles or catch the way he looked at her from across the room. It became almost a game, with the drivers watching out for any new clues about their relationship. But Pierre, somehow, remained in the dark.

The turning point came during the Monaco Grand Prix weekend. After a successful race, Charles invited YN to his hotel room, excited to spend some private time together. They shared laughter, whispered dreams, and embraced the rare moment of peace. But their bliss was interrupted when Pierre suddenly burst into the room.

“Charles, are you in here?” he called out.

YN’s heart dropped, and in a split second, she scrambled to hide, darting into the bathroom and shutting the door quietly behind her. Pierre looked around, his gaze sharp as he noticed the faint signs of someone else’s presence.

“Charles, if you’re hiding someone in here, just tell me.” Charles’s face went pale, but before he could stop him, Pierre opened the closet door to find YN standing there, looking guilty and panicked.

“YN?” Pierre’s face fell in shock, and then fury. “You… and Charles?”

YN stepped out slowly, her cheeks flushed as she struggled to meet her brother’s gaze. “Pierre, I… I wanted to tell you. We wanted to tell you, but—”

Pierre cut her off, his voice trembling with anger. “You’re my sister. And Charles is my best friend. How could you both hide this from me?”

Charles tried to interject, his voice steady but pleading. “Pierre, listen—I love her. We didn’t mean to keep it from you, but we wanted to protect what we have.”

Pierre’s eyes flashed with a mix of betrayal and rage. “Protect what? By lying to me? Do you have any idea what this feels like?”

His words stung, and YN reached out, but Pierre pulled back, his expression cold and hurt. “I need space,” he said, turning toward the door. “Don’t expect me to forgive either of you anytime soon.”

With that, Pierre stormed out, leaving YN and Charles standing in stunned silence, the weight of their secret crashing down on them. YN’s heart ached as she realized how deeply she’d hurt her brother.

In the days that followed, Pierre didn’t return their calls or messages. Charles tried several times to reach out, but Pierre ignored every attempt. It was clear he wasn’t ready to talk—or even acknowledge them.

Kikka, seeing the strain this was putting on everyone, decided to step in. She approached Pierre one evening, finding him sitting alone and brooding.

“Pierre, I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be,” Kikka began softly. “But they didn’t hide this from you to hurt you. They were just trying to figure things out.”

Pierre crossed his arms, his expression stubborn. “That doesn’t change the fact that they lied.”

Kikka sighed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “They care about you, Pierre. Maybe they went about it the wrong way, but don’t shut them out forever. YN is your sister, and Charles is like family to you.”

Pierre looked away, his jaw clenched, as he struggled with his emotions. “I don’t know if I can forgive them. Not yet.”

Kikka nodded, understanding the pain he felt. “Take your time. But remember that they’re hurting too. When you’re ready, they’ll be waiting.”

Over the next few weeks, Pierre kept his distance, ignoring YN and Charles whenever they tried to reach out. The silence felt heavy, and YN struggled with the pain of being shut out by her own brother. Charles was equally hurt, knowing he’d let down someone he considered family.

But eventually, Pierre reached a point where he couldn’t keep avoiding them. One evening, after a long day at the track, he messaged YN and Charles, asking them to meet him in his hotel room.

When they arrived, YN felt a mix of relief and anxiety. Pierre sat across from them, his expression serious but less angry than before. He looked at YN first, and she could see the hurt lingering in his eyes.

“You should have told me, YN,” he began quietly. “I would’ve been surprised, maybe a little shocked, but I would’ve accepted it. You’re my sister.”

“I know, Pierre, and I’m so sorry,” YN said, her voice filled with regret. “I just didn’t want to complicate things for you or Charles. We thought… maybe we could handle it on our own.”

Pierre nodded, understanding but still processing his feelings. Then he turned to Charles, who sat up straighter under his gaze.

“You, Charles… you’re my best friend,” Pierre said slowly. “That’s why this hurt so much. I trusted you, and I never thought you’d keep something like this from me.”

Charles met his eyes, his voice steady. “I’m sorry, Pierre. You have every right to feel betrayed. But I love her, and I’ll do anything to make this right between us.”

Pierre took a deep breath, glancing between the two of them. He could see the love and commitment in their eyes, and though it wasn’t easy, he finally nodded.

“Alright,” he said, his voice firm. “I’ll accept this. But Charles,” he added, his gaze turning intense, “if you ever hurt her, you’ll regret it. She’s my sister, and I’m trusting you to take care of her.”

Charles nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of Pierre’s words. “I promise, Pierre. I’ll never give you a reason to regret this.”

With that, Pierre softened, reaching over to pull YN into a hug. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as she held onto her brother, grateful to finally have his acceptance.

As they pulled back, Pierre managed a small smile. “Just… don’t keep any more secrets from me, okay?”

YN laughed, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I promise. No more secrets.”

Note: This is one of my first story, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes. I would greatly appreciate any feedback, on the story itself and what you think of it.

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Spent some time journaling on my last day in Paris to really savor and reflect on my whole trip ♡