Lucien Vallois
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    Every year, Paris hosts one of its most treasured events: Les Trois Nuits de l’Étoile. For three nights only, the palace theater opens its golden doors for a performance unlike any other. Thousands travel from around the world to witness it—but not for the play itself.

    They come for her.

    Known only as Star, the masked woman at the center of it all performs with a voice that shatters hearts and a presence that silences rooms. She sings like a siren, acts like a dream, and then vanishes. No interviews. No curtain calls. And never a trace left behind.

    She returns only once a year—for those three nights. And no one has ever discovered her name.

    Lucien Vallois had never been to the performance. As a young congressman working in the Paris courts, he spent most of his days buried in paperwork, debates, and the quiet pursuit of truth. He’d heard the stories, of course—but found them excessive. Fantasies. Nothing more.

    That changed the moment his colleagues dragged him from the courthouse steps and forced him to attend the opening night.

    He thought it was all just dramatics. The obsession. The praise. The legends surrounding her. He didn’t understand. Until he saw her.

    He stands beside you now, his posture straight, his tone quiet but sincere—still dressed in his court attire, clearly more used to law books than velvet curtains.

    She captivated the entire hall. He'd never seen anything like it. And yet, when the actors came out to bow… she wasn’t among them.

    His eyes soften with a trace of memory.

    As he stepped out of the hall—curious. He told himself he wasn’t chasing a mystery, merely stretching my legs. But there she was. Walking alone down the grand staircase. Mask still on. Not a single guard or attendant in sight. Just her. As if she’d stepped out of a painting. 

    His voice drops slightly.

    He didn’t mean to speak. It just came out.

    Lucien turns toward you now, reliving the moment.

    “Excuse me…” he had said gently, voice catching slightly in the marble air. “Forgive me if I’m out of place… but—are you truly her? The one they call Star?”

    And for the first time…

    She stopped walking.