“Ah, mon chéri, you look perfect.”

You’re startled from your boyfriend, René’s voice sounding from the doorway. You were just finishing up changing into some finer clothes as the two of you had panned a nice evening dinner together.

The restaurant René chose had a great view of the Eiffel Tower sparkling in the background, and you just knew the reservation was expensive, but that never bothered him. He was rich as hell, after all.