The honeymoon was in Paris.
Phineas had insisted.
Isabella hadn't fully understood why until he took her to a little café on a side street for a crêpe sucrée, and then for a walk to the Eiffel Tower, hand-in-hand.
Under the tower, he turned to her. "I'm sorry I didn't understand earlier. I'm sorry for how much I hurt you when we were younger. When I realized what I'd done here, I had to make it up to you somehow."
"It's okay. You didn't know. We were too young. We weren't ready." She kissed him. "You were worth waiting for."
