Emily in Paris Season 6 Trailer “Leaks” — And Yes, She’s Headed to Greece

Paris might always be a good idea, but Greece is looking like the best one Emily Cooper has ever had. Just when fans thought the love-triangle carousel couldn’t spin any faster, a supposed leaked trailer for Emily in Paris Season 6 exploded across TikTok and Reddit last night, racking up millions of views before Netflix accounts started frantically issuing takedown notices. The footage is grainy, watermarked “FOR APPROVAL,” and lasts exactly 94 chaotic seconds, but it’s enough to send the entire fandom into cardiac arrest.

The trailer opens with Emily staring at a familiar postcard — the one Gabriel slipped into her bag at the end of Season 5, scrawled with “Come find me when you’re ready.” Cut to Emily in Charles de Gaulle airport, oversized sunglasses hiding what looks suspiciously like happy tears. Voice-over: “Sometimes you have to leave the city of love to figure out what love actually means.” Smash-cut to her stepping off a tiny propeller plane onto a sun-drenched airstrip in Mykonos, white linen dress billowing like she’s already auditioning for Mamma Mia: The Rom-Com Years.

Greece wastes no time living up to its reputation. We see Emily gasping at Santorini’s caldera sunsets, windmills spinning behind her as she sips rosé on infinity-pool edges that seem designed for Instagram disasters. The wardrobe department clearly got the memo: think bold Missoni prints, cut-out one-pieces, evil-eye jewelry stacked to the elbow, and at least three different evil-eye bikinis (because protection from the evil eye never goes out of style when your love life is cursed).

Then the men arrive, because of course they do.

Gabriel is first, looking unfairly handsome in linen shirts unbuttoned one button too far, trying to win Emily back with impromptu dinners on candlelit tavernas and slow dances to bouzouki music. But Marcello — yes, that Marcello from Rome — struts in on a yacht the size of a small country, all Italian swagger and “ciao, bella” energy that makes Emily’s resolve wobble like a poorly made Aperol spritz. Alfie shows up next, supposedly “just vacationing with friends,” but the way he watches Emily laugh on a beach volleyball court says unresolved feelings don’t take holidays.

Enter the wildcard: a ridiculously photogenic Greek hotel heir named Nikos (new recurring guest star, please, casting gods), complete with salt-kissed curls, a family vineyard on Paros, and an apparent allergy to shirts. The trailer lingers on one electric moment where he teaches Emily to dance the kalamatianos at a seaside festival, hands on her waist, Gabriel and Marcello glaring from opposite sides of the bonfire like a deleted scene from a Greek tragedy.

Naturally, Mindy steals every scene she’s in. Fresh off her Eurovision glow-up, she declares the entire trip her bachelorette party, turning Santorini into one long champagne-soaked conga line. There’s a flash of her crowd-surfing at a beach club while Benoit DJs, another of Camille popping up for “one last girls’ trip,” and a hysterical clip of Sylvie rolling her eyes so hard she nearly falls off a donkey on the way to Oia.

The tone flips in the final twenty seconds. Emily stands alone on a cliff at sunrise, voice cracking: “I came here to find answers, but all I keep finding are more questions.” Quick cuts — a positive pregnancy test (whose?), a shattered phone screen, Gabriel walking away, Marcello’s yacht sailing into the distance, Nikos offering a ring box that may or may not contain a proposal. The screen slams to black with four ominous words: “Love speaks Greek now.”

Netflix has stayed suspiciously quiet, neither confirming nor fully denying the leak, which only fuels the fire. Lily Collins posted a single Greek flag emoji on Instagram and then went offline. Darren Star was spotted having dinner in Athens last month. The math is mathing, darlings.

If this trailer is real, Season 6 isn’t just giving us a vacation arc — it’s detonating every relationship Emily has spent five seasons building. Paris taught her ambition. Rome taught her passion. Greece might finally teach her how to choose — or how spectacularly she can refuse to. Either way, pack your sunscreen and your emotional support croissant. The Aegean is about to become the messiest postcode in Europe.