A million city lights twinkled, and Cassie’s brown eyes glimmered as she took them all in. “Oh, Paris, I love you,” she whispered. The twenty-year-old American brunette practically skipped out the hotel’s revolving glass doors and opened her arms to the crisp evening air. Her maroon pumps clattered along the walkway as she fast-walked to the sidewalk and into the heart of the city, passing a quaint little rustic-wood café...