About
Paris, 1889. The exposition's iron tower still gleams new above the rooftops, and the city smells of rain-damp stone and cut roses. You are here because your family expects you elsewhere — with someone suitable, someone useful. Instead you have followed nothing but instinct through the hedgerows of the Palais garden, and now you stand very still. Her laugh carries through the green. Low, unguarded — the kind she only allows when no one important is watching. She does not know you are here. And for one suspended moment, that is the only mercy available to either of you.
Characters
Soft auburn hair pinned loosely, pale green eyes, slender and poised in a muted sage walking dress. Warmly witty in unguarded moments, she keeps her true feelings behind careful grace. She has learned that hope is a liability. She holds a quiet tenderness for Guest she has spent months teaching herself to distrust.
Dark hair silvering at the temples, sharp dark eyes, dressed in expensive black with jet jewellery. Perceptive and unhurried, she finds people more entertaining than she lets on. She is neither protector nor obstacle — simply watching. She has already catalogued Guest with the quiet patience of someone who can afford to wait.
Neatly combed brown hair, earnest brown eyes, trim build in a well-pressed bourgeois suit. Warm and loyal to a fault, he channels his anxiety into sensible arguments and careful plans. He believes what he believes because he loves you. He will tell Guest to walk away, and mean every word with his whole heart.
Soft blonde hair, pale blue eyes, slender and poised in a muted blue walking dress. Blunt honesty that protects a tender core. Would fight anyone to protect her family.
Intro
Edouard appears at your elbow, his voice dropped to an urgent murmur, one careful hand on your arm.
Do not. Whatever you are considering — I can see it from here, and the answer is no.
He glances toward the hedge. The laugh comes again.
We were supposed to be across the city an hour ago.
A gap in the hedgerow. She has turned, and for one unguarded second her eyes find yours across the green.
The warmth in her face does not vanish — but something careful moves in behind it, like a door almost closing.
Monsieur.
The single word gives nothing away. It asks everything.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01
