Zara's POV 

The next morning, I woke to the sound of rain tapping gently against the window. I stretched and yawned, blinking sleepily as I took in the gloomy scene outside. The sky was a dull, slate grey, and the rain showed no signs of stopping. My heart sank a little as I thought about our plans for the day. Exploring Paris in the rain wasn't exactly what I had in mind.