Ryan Trahan was living in a dream he never quite realized he had—wandering the streets of Paris with his wife, Haley Pham, hand in hand, while she talked nonstop about the characters in the novel she was currently writing. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, but Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off her. Haley, with her messy bun, vintage coat, and a mini journal clutched under one arm, looked like she belonged in some classic black-and-white French film.

They had come to Paris for a little escape—no camera crew, no deadlines, just vibes and croissants. Haley had been obsessed with reading ever since Ryan met her, but lately, she had taken it to the next level. Not only was she devouring books by the stack, she was now writing her own. She even carried around a mini fountain pen like she was out of the 1800s.

“Okay, listen to this,” she said, stopping him on a cobblestone path near the Seine, flipping through her notebook with dramatic flair. “So my main character, Céline, is secretly royalty, but nobody knows because she works in a bakery—”

“Wait, did you just make me fall in love with a fictional Parisian baker-princess?” Ryan laughed.

“Obviously,” she smirked. “You’re already in love with me. I just upgraded.”

Ryan threw an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “Honestly? I’d read that. And then buy the movie rights.”

“You’d have to,” she teased, “because you’re playing the love interest.”