Love is honorable but selfish. Love is a record of my wrongs.Love had fractured in trials but held on for the truth.And the truth was he’d hurt me, yet I loved him. He’d left me, yet I followed him. But I was done with Léo Baudin. And as soon as the semester was over, I would be done with Paris. But until then, I would learn the rest of his secrets. The ones they whispered...
|Title||:||The Judgment of Paris|