The evening breeze whispered softly as Beauty and Sarah stood on the great bridge, gazing at the surging river below.
The occasional blast of a ship's horn punctuated the air, while vessels of all sizes dotted the water, their searchlights twinkling like countless stars scattered across the river's surface, illuminating the night in a sea of lights.
The gentle wind played with Sarah's ink-black tresses.
She absently swept the long strands behind her ear, her face an unreadable mask.
The silence between them was so profound it seemed to erase everything that had transpired earlier.
After what felt like an eternity, Sarah suddenly turned to Beauty, her delicate eyebrows arching slightly.
"Beauty, can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
Beauty responded mechanically, resting her arms on the bridge railing and propping her chin on them as she gazed at the distant fishing boats and city lights.
It had been ages since she'd taken in paris's nightscape.
