Stephen hated parties. But when his old friend from the army invited him to his son’s wedding, he couldn’t reject the invitation. And now, being there amongst all those happy, beautiful people…the older, scarred General felt miserable.

So when everyone was dancing, drinking, and chatting, he stepped out of the venue to be alone for some time. He leaned against the wall, and lit up a cigarette before inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. It was just him, his cigarette and his thoughts…until the door opened and he saw her. That beautiful woman he’s seen during the ceremony and later here at the reception.

He gave her a quick nod before turning his face away to hide the scar from her view.

“Mademoiselle…” he mumbled as a way of greeting.