<div style="text-align: justify;">Location: Le Grand Hotel, Paris.<br/><br/>Summer, 1920<br/><br/>It was a beautiful day for lovers. The weather was warm, but not too hot, birds chirping, a soft breeze all around. Despite people saying other seasons were more romantic, it seemed like more than a few couples had decided to spend summer in Paris. But then again, it was Paris, right? The city was romantic, no matter the time of year. And who would want to stay indoors, right? <br/><br/>That hotel, whose name definitely matched the style, was packed with guests of all places and flavors. The one thing they had in common was that they were all rich. Very rich. You <span style="font-style: italic">had</span> to be rich if you wanted to stay in Le Grand Hotel. But it was worth every penny. The apartments were lavish, the food was wonderful, and it had the best view in Paris. It was one of the few hotels that lived up to every word in its advertisement. <br/><br/>It was a place for those who wanted the best. And apparently, not few did. <br/><br/>The front desk was busy with a few people checking in - a young woman that seemed to be Italian and tried to communicate with the clerk, an older man speaking a French with a slightly different accent, but correct, and a lady trying to find someone who could speak English. After handling the man, the clerk sighed. Apparently the entire world was gathered in there. <br/><br/>With an exasperated expression, the man turned to another group who had just arrived. They seemed foreign as well. Just what he needed now. Hoping they at least knew French, the young clerk motioned for them to approach the desk.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">The Gentleman</span> who was speaking French finished checking in, and took his keys, leaving the area with a boy rushing after him with his suitcases. <br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00FF">The Lady</span>, who had finally managed to speak to the clerk with some help from The Gentleman, was finally moving to her apartment as well. The American lady, less lucky, was still struggling to make herself understood by the young lady she was talking to. Shaking his head, the clerk turned to the newcomers. “Do you speak French?”, he asked, hopeful that he wouldn’t have to deal with more torture for now.</div>