Happy Friday. All you lovely people. Life is crazy and I just keep adding to my stack; lol.

A huge thank you to Team Coffee Girl: Brie, Kitch, Jen, Kelly, and Kim. As well as our honorary team member, Madame Evelyne who helped me with all of the French translations for their Paris adventure. Sending her my thanks or you would have gotten Google translate's interpretations.

I'm out of star encounters again, so here is the next CG reader encounter: Michael Clark Duncan. This encounter is brought to you by Mommymac0508. She was working as a bartender at a strip club at the time and sadly he was a cheap guy who used his star power to get things for free during the height of his career. He whipped out a grand, but only spent about a hundred bucks and didn't tip well. RIP Big Papa Bear.

Chapter Twenty-Two

I was a ball of excitement as I boarded the plane at LAX. While it wasn't my first flight, but it was the first time I was flying internationally. I was stunned when I learned that Edward had purchased me a first class ticket, and my inclination was to be pissed, but I slowly relaxed as I imagined myself stuck in coach; sitting next to someone who was sick for fourteen plus hours. I felt so spoiled in first class and a bit out of place. I realized quite quickly that travelling for such a long time any other way wouldn't be as enjoyable as I expected this to ne. I actually felt bad for the people traveling in economy until I remembered they were going to Paris too, so I got over it quite quickly.

I had an evening flight so I was able to sleep most of the first leg of the trip to London. I hated take offs and landing, but Edward was worth the stress of those. When I woke up it was just after seven in the morning London time, so I decided to make the most of the flight and get ahead on my homework. Our flight didn't arrive until a quarter after eleven in the morning and I was able to power through all of my reading and most of the report that was due the Monday after I got back. Why professors felt it was a good idea to load us down with homework during spring break, I'll never know, but at least I wouldn't have to work on it while on vacation since I got so much accomplished before we landed. I knew I could finish it on the return trip home and I would get to actually enjoy everything Paris had to offer.

The layover was pretty standard and it was nice to stand and stretch my legs before switching to a slightly smaller, but still luxurious plane for the short flight the rest of the way to France. I was excited to be in London, even if it was only for a little over an hour. The closer to Edward I got, the more thrilled I became.

When we finally were back in the air I felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. My face was pressed to the window while my leg bounced continuously in excitement. It felt as though the moment we reached our cruising altitude we were descending into the Roissy-Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Edward was still supposed to be on set so he arranged for a car to pick me up. My French was rudimentary at best, but I eventually found my way to baggage claim where my driver was waiting with a sign. He spoke English with a thick accent; hello sounded more like aloe than a common greeting, but I caught everything he said as he drove me to the hotel where Edward was staying.

I looked every bit the tourist I was. I knew I would be spending most of the trip alone while Edward worked, but I didn't mind. I was in Paris…there was plenty to keep me busy. Though it was a bit out of the way, I asked the driver to take me by the Arc de Triomphe; a picture from the inside of the car was fine by me. I dreaded trying to cross the roundabout to get a close up picture so this would do wonderfully.

We then took the Champs Élysées down to the hotel. Traffic was horrible, but I was able to take more pictures while we moved slowly down the road. I hounded him with question after question about all the places I wanted to go and found out the Louvre was only a few blocks away from the hotel.

When we finally pulled up to the Westin, I was in awe and dazzled beyond belief. My door was opened by one of the doorman and my luggage was already being retrieved by a bellman. The service was already extraordinary and I hadn't even said a word yet.

The place was beautiful and the architecture was straight out of the nineteenth century. Marble and limestone covered the walls and floors that led into the reception area of the hotel. Pink orchids were everywhere and the furniture throughout the lobby was classically Victorian—high back chairs and the such.

I approached the counter to pick up the key Edward had left for me. "Bonjour, and welcome to The Westin Paris-Vendôme. Are you checking in?" I was so grateful to be greeted in English because my French consisted of first year-high school level French.

"I'm actually picking up a key that was left for me. My name is Isabella Swan." Although she tried to hide her envy, I could still see it clearly in her eyes.

"I just need to see your identification. Then I can have someone show you to your room." I nodded and reached for my passport. It was easier to locate that my driver's license at the moment. "Very well. Anton will show you to your room."

They spoke rapidly in French before he, and the man who had taken care of my belongings, led me to the elevator. We arrived at the top floor and walked down a long corridor before we arrived at the room. I don't know what I had been expecting, but it was way beyond anything I could have imagined.

It wasn't your everyday hotel room; it was a huge and spectacular suite. The Royal Suite—to be exact—was the epitome of grandeur, with gold leaf accents throughout. At least, that was how the living room had been decorated. The warm colors ranged from the lightest of grays all the way to the darkest coal. Ornate furnishings covered the large living room and a crystal chandelier hung above the black lacquer coffee table. But what made the room so spectacular was the view. The Eiffel Tower was visible out the window of the living room. I couldn't help but snap a quick picture of the view while the two men in the room tried to disguise their laughs with a cough. I blushed and laughed at myself too.

There was just so much to take in. I could tell Edward didn't spend much time in this area since nothing looked to be out of place, or housekeeping had already come by, but either way it was incredible.

"Madame, la chambre à coucher est par ici..." The gentleman who showed me to the suite spoke in perfect French and the only things I somewhat understood was him calling me 'Miss' and that he was talking about another room. The hand gesture toward the door was what truly gave away that he was talking about the bedroom.

I walked into the room and was shocked to see the bed was unmade, and Edward had socks all over the floor. I couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up at the site of his clutter. But even with his mess, the room was gorgeous.

The bed was huge; heck, the whole suite was gigantic. My parents' whole house would have fit inside these rooms. It was more than I could have ever expected. I was amazed by how well the studio of Edward's current movie treated its stars.

Besides the bed, the room had its own little sitting area in front of a working fireplace. The word 'wow' played over and over in my head as I took every ounce of the opulence in. I had to fight off the urge I had to go jump on the bed…maybe after Edward got back we could do it together.

"Où voudriez-vous que vos bagages?" the gentleman asked, and again, I was clueless.

I busted out my rusty remedial French. "Um...parlez anglais, s'il vous plait?"

He nodded and asked again in English like I requested. "Where would you like your luggage?"

"Oh, the closet, I guess. Merci." The bellhop quickly delivered my things where I requested.

"If there is anything else you need, please contact the concierge. They will be happy to assist you further."

Remembering that I should tip them, I reached into my purse and pulled out two bills from my wallet and handed them to each of the men before they left. "Merci."

As soon as the door was closed, I went and found my luggage. I was desperate to wash all of the travel grime from my body before I saw Edward. The bathroom was pretty standard, but still boasted top of the line fixtures. The shower even had a removable shower head.

Once I was all clean, I dressed casually. I didn't know exactly what time Edward would be back or if he would want to go out, so I chose a pair of jeans and a thick sweater. It was noticeably cooler here than back home, so I was glad I planned for different temperatures.

I had just turned off the hair dryer when I heard my name being shouted from the living room. Excitement burst through me and I ran toward Edward and I didn't stop until I was in his arms.

"God, I've missed you," he said as he held me tight in his arms and it felt amazing.

"Me too. So much." I kissed him all over his face, making him laugh. "Eww. Makeup."

"Sorry. I rushed right from the set. I haven't had a chance to clean up since I desperately wanted to get back here and see you."

"I'm glad. I wanted to see you too. How was filming today?" I knew he was really excited about this project and I wanted to know more.

"Good." Edward led me over to the couch and sat down. Instead of allowing me to sit next to him, he pulled me onto his lap. "We finished early because the weather cooperated. Tomorrow is a night shoot, so I get to spend the day with you, coffee girl."

"You can't do touristy things with me though, can you?" He shook his head.

"I can't. It's a huge price I've had to pay for my fame. I can get away with walks if I leave through back entrances sometimes, but even that isn't a foolproof plan." I was disappointed, but just being together was worth it. "You could most likely still go out without me. Henri will be available to take you anywhere you want to go while I'm working. I really want you to enjoy your time here."

While I was disappointed, I still was going to cross everything off my list that I wanted to see. "I will. I just wish there were things we could do together too."

"There are a few things that I know of, and those will be a surprise for later in the week, but for now...there is one thing we can do." Edward had a devious gleam in his eye.

"And what is that?" I thought I knew, but I went along with his game.

"Eat…I'm starving." That wasn't what I thought he was going to say, but my stomach agreed with his thinking and growled. We both laughed at the crazy noises it made.

"That sounds good. Are we going to have room service, or go out?" I wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind.

"Let's go down to the restaurant. The chef makes some pretty amazing dishes."

I was glad I had showered already. "Well, go shower. The sooner you finish, the sooner I can feed the monster in my belly."

Edward laughed and the kissed my forehead before he lifted me off his lap and ran into the bedroom to get ready. I couldn't resist teasing him before he was out of earshot, though. "Don't forget to pick up your socks, too."

I could hear his boisterous chuckle from the living room and it made me smile. I missed being able to hear his laughter, his voice, and just the looks he gave me when we were together. I knew that there was no way I would ever regret agreeing to come here.

Paris may be the city of lights and love, but without Edward by my side, it would cease to hold as much significance for me. It was his love that I carried with me and the light in his eyes that made being here so much more special—the history was just a bonus.

Thanks for reading…I know it's mostly a filler chapter but I wanted to give you the entire trip from Bella's POV instead of cramming the week into one chapter. By doing this, three chapters were added to the story! Thank you again. xx Dee