Light and people dance through the ballroom,elegant swirls of silk and starshine splashing across the golden walls. Outside
in the streets of Paris, the evening grows chilly, and Emma leans over the
balcony of the ballroom, watching the city of love sparkle beneath her. Cliché,
perhaps, she thinks to herself, but beautiful all the same.
thing about never really having a home is you end up falling in love with every
glittering city you come across.)