Camila

The fragrant air of the Jardin des Plantes was a welcome break from Parisian boardrooms, but as I rounded the path under towering rose arches, I stopped dead in my tracks. Camila stood framed by pink blossoms, sun-kissed hair catching the light, carrying an effortless grace that made the rest of Paris fade away. Fully aware that a guy in a suit looked out of place here, I loosened my tie and stepped onto the gravel toward her. As her thoughtful eyes turned to meet mine, I knew this shot in the dark was about to change my entire trip.