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It was over the top, but completely worth it to see the enormous smile now plastered all over Chloé’s face.

“What… What is going on?”

They each took one of her hands and guided her over to the foot of the open stairs, where a man dressed in uniform— including a French beret—held a tray of canapés.

“This”—Ethan looked up at the jet—“is your surprise.”

Chloé’s jaw dropped. “This?”

“Yeah, Red.” Zayne grinned from ear to ear, clearly delighting in Chloé’s complete and utter shock. “And bythis, we don’t mean the canapés.”

Chloé shook her head as she took in the sheer size of the plane, and then she turned.

“You bought me ajet?”

Ethan did his best to keep from laughing. “Technically we boughtusa jet. Since we’re all going to use it.”

Her eyes bugged wide. “Are you insane?”

“No. I’m rich, and we spend our money on ridiculous things. But if truth be told, we were already thinking about it, and Zayne and I thought this would be the easiest way for you to go back and forth to visit your family.”

“Or for them to come visit us,” Zayne added.

“I…” Chloé looked over her shoulder again, her hand coming up to her chest. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Ethan took her other hand and squeezed. “We love you. We know how hard it is for you to think about leaving your family, but hopefully this can make the distance seem a little less.”

A soft sniff filled the air, and this time when she turned back to them, she had tears running down her cheeks.

“I can’t believe you bought us aplane.”

Zayne laughed and pulled her in under his arm. “You haven’t even seen the best part.”

“There’s more?”

“Oh yeah.” Zayne walked her down to the end of the jet, and Ethan knew exactly where he was going. “We had to give her name.”

Chloé looked up at the tail end of the plane, and right there, written in beautiful script, was—

“Petite Fille.” Chloé looked so scandalized they both started to laugh, and Ethan reached for one of her curls and tucked it behind her ear.

“It’s perfect, don’t you think?”

“Perfect if you never want my fathers to set foot in it.”

“It’s perfect foryou,” Ethan said. “Our girl. The one we’re going to love for the rest of our lives.”

“In Paris?” Chloé asked, her voice full of wonder as she looked up at the two of them.

Zayne winked at her. “Oui, in Paris.”

EPILOGUE

One Month Later

Paris

“RED?” ZAYNE’S VOICE echoed up the large staircase and into the bedroom where she stood in front of the full-length mirror. “You almost ready up there?”

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