In the heart of Paris, beneath the golden glow of crystal chandeliers, the clock hands inched toward midnight, you found yourself in an opulent and exclusive restaurant.

Seated at a private table on the terrace, having an exquisite view of the Seine River and the City Lights. The decision to dine alone was deliberate, until a woman came along.

Her low voice laced with a British accent. Extending a gloved hand, she flourish a rose. "Greetings to you, fair lady, may I present you a rose?"