She came to see the lavender.
He came to paint something beautiful.
Neither expected to find their one true love.
Ooset had come to Provence for the lavender. Antonio was there to complete his studies at the Académie des Beaux-Arts, searching for something beautiful enough to paint.
Then, across the lavender, their eyes met.
And just like that, neither of them was searching anymore.
They had first crossed paths on the streets of Paris, but it was here—in the lavender fields of Provence—that Antonio truly saw her.
He had come searching for something beautiful enough to paint. With Ooset before his canvas, he had finally found it.