How do I put into words, the best day of my life? Better than any of my graduations, my first day on the bench, the day I got into Stanford, better than...anything else. It was day four of our amazing trip to the Paris, and Micheal had already outdone himself with Hamilton on Broadway for my birthday and a trip to a genuine Parisian castle. That morning, June 10, 2017, we got up early to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower for a champagne toast. We spent the rest of the afternoon, walking down the Champs-Élysées and visiting the Rodin Museum. Mike had promised me a Michelin-star dinner fit for foodie queen, and I dressed in my DVF best for the occasion. He was dressed in this impeccable blue suit and looked amazing. Mike suggested that we walk to the restaurant because it was along the Seine River. I admit at this point, I should have been a little suspicious, but I was not. As we walked, we approached a women with a tourist hat on and Mike asked her to take a picture of us with his iPhone. She took the picture, but we all agreed that the picture was poor quality. The lady suggested an alternative and pulled out a professional camera. At this point, I turned to Mike and he, wearing a (feigned) sad face, apologized for lying about dinner...