Lovers in Paris (Philippine TV Series) - Plot

Plot

Lovers in Paris follows the story of three people who will discover the complexities of love. For Carlo, love is but a responsibility. For Vivian, love is the greatest thing to give and to receive. For Martin, love is self-gratification. Despite their different views, these three will learn go through a life-changing experience when their paths cross in Paris.

After her father dies, Vivian attempts to fulfill her father’s greatest dream and she attends film school in Paris. To keep up with her expenses, and financially help her family in the Philippines, she also takes part time jobs. In her hotel job, she unexpectedly gets locked up inside the function room. The following morning, Carlo accidentally finds her sleeping under the table, thus causing her immediate dismissal. To make matters worse, she learns that her landlady locked up her room due to her inability to pay the rent. Vivian gets a new job after accidentally bumping into a Filipino in Paris who is looking for a maid for his boss; and upon learning this, Vivian immediately volunteers to take the job. To keep her new source of income, Vivian tries to be as creative as possible to impress her still-unidentified boss; but unfortunately, instead of gaining her superior’s confidence, she ends up getting on his nerves, thus causing her immediate dismissal. The action continues in France, and then moves back to the Philippines.

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