There was something magnetic about her from the beginning. Camille was as French as they come, with an effortless charm and sophistication I’d never seen before. We spent hours talking about everything from culture, politics, food, and life goals.
That instant connection was enough to make me fall hard and fast. Our relationship blossomed quickly, and we were inseparable. After graduation, we moved in together and eventually tied the knot.
Camille’s parents still lived in France, and although I hadn’t learned much French, they visited us twice a year. And as always, while they conversed in their native language during dinners, I mostly just smiled and nodded along, picking up bits and pieces. Do you have any opinions on this?
