- Aria -
As I made my way to the theatre the next day, my heart fluttered just thinking about the night before. The dinner had been nothing short of magical; I could still taste the savory blend of flavors we had shared, the wine lightly buzzing through our laughter, and the way the candlelight danced off Jean-Julien's features. His deep voice, laden with affection, had wrapped around my spirit as he held my hand, leisurely walking me home under the blanket of stars. That final moment, when he kissed my cheek and whispered in French Tu vaux la peine d'attendre, Aria. Douce, drôle et pleine de joie, sent waves of warmth cascading down my spine—it made my heart stop, flutter, and then start again in a wild rush.
Today, however, was different. The theatre loomed ahead, its regal presence a
