Touching the Stars

Vivienne's POV.

The next few weeks felt like a dream. Every morning, I woke up in a new city, greeted by towering skylines, busy streets, or the soft, endless blue of the ocean. The entire world had opened up for us, each new destination more dazzling than the last. I looked over at Donovan as he gave directions to our driver in fluent French, his presence a magnet for attention wherever we went.