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milaperry: paris, i love you and i never wanna leave
location: paris, france
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landonorris: delighted to be here with you, you're the best x
micahrperry: i can't wait to take elijah. u look so beautiful sis
amanda_perry: your dad and i are so pleased you're enjoying yourselves. i am so happy it's as magical for you as it was for us all those years ago. so proud of you, my darling
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Our second day in Paris was just as perfect as our first. We spent our entire day sightseeing, and it was just so amazing, everything in the beautiful City of Love leaving me entirely speechless. Lando snapped pictures of me literally every second, constantly repeating to me how beautiful I looked, and how he wanted to make the rest of this trip unforgettable for me. It seemed like he had something up his sleeve, but I didn't want to question it in case I was just being silly. My overthinking skills were powerful. I didn't want to bring something up that might make him uncomfortable. It was best to give Lando the time and space to come out with whatever was on his mind.
Lando was currently in the kitchen, the entire apartment smelling of garlic bread, which was cooking in the oven, while spaghetti boiled in the pan on the hob. He told me that he wanted to make dinner and that I had to relax, not allowed to help him and remain on the sofa. I enjoyed every single second of being able to chill, especially knowing that I would be working non stop at the end of the week. It was nice to close my eyes and not have to worry about checking on the food, or have to set the table. Lando told me he was doing everything, and he meant that.
"Dinner is served, m'lady," Lando beckoned for me to enter the kitchen and I stretched my muscles before standing up, hearing them click like fresh glow sticks. "Spaghetti bolognaise and garlic bread. Plus some candles, and flowers. For you."
"Lando," before I even joined him in the kitchen, I could feel my cheeks burning. I had no idea how he managed to pull this off, but I did have an inkling that he sorted things while I napped. "What's going on?"
"Nothing," lie. "Can't a man spoil his best friend?"
