this love (will be your downfall) by ellie goulding
alexa corbo
pretty wicked

MONDAY, JULY 9TH: It’s our first full day in the city of lights. Take the time today to explore the lovely city of France; consider this ‘be a tourist day.’ There’s so much to do whether you go visit the Eiffel Tower, check out The Louvre, or dine in a little cafe - it’s your day! Just make sure that you bring a camera with you to capture it all.

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MONDAY, JULY 9TH: It’s our first full day in the city of lights. Take the time today to explore the lovely city of France; consider this ‘be a tourist day.’ There’s so much to do whether you go visit the Eiffel Tower, check out The Louvre, or dine in a little cafe - it’s your day! Just make sure that you bring a camera with you to capture it all.

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When I arrived in France, I think I had too high of expectations. First of all, I couldn’t speak a word of French, so I was utterly lost. The hotel was huge, and after finding my room and exploring the entire place, I bumped into too many people that I was looking forward to leaving behind in Massachusetts.

Namely, Nate and Finnley. 

I know, shocker!

Well, I was not too happy to see either of them and made that very apparent. After seeing Nate and not saying a single word, I hid out in the laundry room until I steadied my breathing. As soon as I walked back out into the hallway, though, Finn was right around the corner.

A million feelings overtook me at once. First of all, I thought that they’d both be back home and not /here/, of all places. I wondered why on Earth they came with all the rest of us. I mean, why couldn’t they have just skipped out on this one?

I hid out in my room alone because luckily my roommates were out, discovering all that the city of lights had to offer. As for myself, I buried myself under the blankets because I was scared out of my mind. I didn’t want to see anybody today and this was just a start to a bad day.

And it kept getting worse, somehow. 

After spilling a glass of champagne all over the carpet, tripping (and making a huge idiot of myself) down the stairs, I ran into Nate again. I was walking – with no tripping, this time – downstairs because I had decided to explore a little and not be so much of a hermit.

Nate stopped me right in the lobby. I faintly smiled and tried to walk around him and out the door but had no such luck. He put his arm out and spoke.

“Can we talk, Alexa?” 

I bit my lip. “About what?”

I watched as Nate shrugged. “Just talk. C’mon, let’s get some fresh air.” he grabbed my hand and held it loosely like it was the most natural thing to do. 

This was harder to do than I had previously thought. Walking down a Paris sidewalk, with my maybe-boyfriend-casual-hook-up, with the sunset hitting the tallest buildings just perfectly. It felt like a dream. A horrible, terrifying, beautiful dream.

“So…” I nervously said. “You wanted to… talk?”

“Look, I’m sorry for last week.” he immediately said, worry written all over his face.

I waved my hand, passing it off like it was no big deal. “No,” Nate shook his head. 

When did this guy get so… well, nice?

“No, I was a d-ck and I’m sorry for that. I… I missed you, y’know?” 

He lifted my chin so I was eye to eye with him. “Can you forgive me?” I nodded quickly before Nate placed two quick kissed on my lips. I grinned like an idiot. I kissed him hard on the lips once more, before I saw a figure running towards us from across the street.

Of course, this nice, magical – 
even romantic moment would be ruined by who else, but Finnley Willett. “Oh f-ck,” I swore under my breath, turning my back to regain composure. 

“Hey!” Finn ran up, a look on his face that I had never seen before. Anger, maybe? No, it was more intense. Then I realized, he was probably just really freaked out. “Alexa!”

“What?” I spat. 

To harsh? Maybe, but I didn’t care. 

“I need to talk to you.” he pleaded. “Please, it’s really… it’s important.”

I looked up at Nate, who stood off to the side, no emotion whatsoever. I didn’t know what to do. I knew if I left without any reasoning, I’d be a terrible, selfish person – but if I did listen to Finn, I’d be doing all the wrong things… /still/. In the end, I swore about a dozen times.

“Look, Finn, I’m sorry.” I blubbered. “Just, um, I don’t have time for this right now. 
Can we like, do this another time?” I managed to say before disappearing down the street and having a panic attack. 

All in a Paris day’s work. 

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Comment 'confusion' if you read!

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WEDNESDAY, JULY 11TH: Today we’ll be venturing over to Nice to spend the day by the beach. Just keep in mind that the Europeans are a bit more comfortable with exposing their bodies than us Americans might be. Consider yourself warned.

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Who wants to go to the nude beach with Alexa, haha. Max of three.
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