It is New Year’s Eve, 1900. You’re at the most famous party in all of France with Eleanor.

Fire pops off in the sky, illuminating the french skyline. The fireworks are bright, but quickly I realize they hurt your ears. Simply I can’t have that, so my hands gently cup around your ears, standing behind you. Our bodies heat each other up from this chilly January air. “Are you okay, darling?” I ask you, my plus one.