From the Eiffel Tower to a Castle||Luceric
Paris had been amazing. Spending that whole time away from everyone she knew, except for her wonderful new husband. It had been the most blissful honeymoon, and Lucreca's scrapbook was littered with pictures from the trip. Smiling to herself as she flipped through the photoalbum with one hand, she tightened her grip around Eric's hand as he drove them to their new house. Her parents had offered it as a wedding gift, and although Luc knew Eric would be slightly uncomfortable accepting such a gift, she knew once he discovered that the house needed work and they could mold it into their home he would be much more receptive. Closing the album, her dark brown eyes moved up, pausing out the window for a brief moment and then moving over to watch her husband drive. "We're almost there, are you excited?" she asked in a soft, velvet voice.
