Chapter 4: A Day of Romance and Deception

As they strolled hand in hand through the charming streets of Paris, Dorothy couldn't help but feel like she was living in a dream. The city was everything she had hoped it would be - romantic, beautiful, and full of life. Lucas seemed to sense her happiness and squeezed her hand gently. "I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself," he said, his eyes shining with love. Dorothy smiled up at him. "I'm having the time of my life," she replied, her voice filled with emotion. Lucas led her to a small café, where they sat down at a table outside. Over coffee and croissants, Lucas told her about his plans for the day. "I was thinking we could visit the Louvre," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've always wanted to see the Mona Lisa, and I think it would be even more special with you by my side." Dorothy's eyes lit up. "That sounds wonderful," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. As they finished their breakfast, Lucas reached out and took her hand. "I have to say, I'm still thinking about last night," he said, his voice low and husky. Dorothy's cheeks flushed as she smiled. "Me too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Their conversation was filled with reminiscences of the previous night, and Dorothy couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and she couldn't wait to see what the future held for them. As they walked to the Louvre, Dorothy couldn't help but notice the way Lucas looked at her. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time, and she felt a flutter in her chest. She knew that she felt the same way about him, and she couldn't wait to see where this journey would take them. When they arrived at the Louvre, they were struck by its sheer size and grandeur. They spent hours wandering through the galleries, taking in the beauty of the art and the history. Dorothy was fascinated by the stories behind the paintings, and Lucas was happy to share his knowledge with her. As they stood in front of the Mona Lisa, Dorothy turned to Lucas and smiled. "This is amazing," she said, her voice filled with awe. Lucas smiled back at her, his eyes shining with love. "I'm glad you're enjoying it," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm just glad to be here with you." Dorothy's heart skipped a beat as she looked into his eyes. She knew that she was falling deeply in love with him, and she couldn't wait to see what the future held for them. As they left the Louvre, Lucas took her hand and led her to a small park nearby. They sat down on a bench, and Lucas turned to her with a serious look on his face. "There's something I want to tell you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. Dorothy's heart skipped a beat as she looked into his eyes. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. But before he could answer, Lucas's phone rang, breaking the moment. He sighed and pulled it out of his pocket. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice apologetic. "I have to take this." Dorothy nodded, feeling a sense of disappointment. She knew that she was being selfish, but she had been hoping for a moment of intimacy and romance. As Lucas answered his phone, Dorothy couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She pushed it aside and focused on the beauty of the city around her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The conversation with Lucas seemed to be taking a long time, and Dorothy found herself wondering who was on the phone and what they were talking about. She tried to focus on the surroundings, but her mind kept wandering back to Lucas and the mysterious phone call. The tension between them was palpable, and Dorothy couldn't help but feel that something was about to change. But for now, she just sat there, holding Lucas's hand, and waiting for him to finish his conversation.