Mon histoire

Previously

…Tonight, however, the silence wasn't entirely her own. Beside her, a presence, warm and steady, breathed the same air, shared the same anticipation. He was there, the stranger who had become less of a stranger with each stolen glance, each whispered conversation. His name, she’d learned, was Julian. It suited him, she thought – a name that hinted at quiet strength and a gentle cadence. The orchestra, a magnificent beast of polished wood and gleaming brass, stirred. A hush fell, deeper now, punctuated only by the rustle of programs and the soft sigh of a held breath. Then, the conductor raised his baton, a slender wand poised to conjure