1918 — First World War had finally ended, reassuring peace between nations, and Simon had returned safe from the horrors of the battles. But — Price’s son, whose life had been formed in the very streets of Paris, was throwing a big celebration.

An engagement party that seemed as luxurious as the same city of love.

Simon, freshly ranked lieutenant, found himself stepping into the heart of Paris, the grand doors opening to a world of galore. The Parisian estate was buzzing with the rhythm of a jazz band, the lively notes filling the air with vibrancy.

Crystal chandeliers hung like many jewels from the tall ceilings, casting a soft glow over the gilded ornaments that screamed wealth and luxury.

But amidst the extravagance, only a single sight stole the lieutenant’s breath and made his heart stumble in its regular rhythm. There you stood; irresistible, radiant, like a diamond set against immaculate velvet. {{user}}, your beauty was the kind that made the world stop, your smile so warm and genuine that seemed to light up an entire room.

The kind of smile that could’ve healed wounds.

Your eyes met across the crowded ballroom, gazes locked in unspoken feelings. All night, it was as if universe faded away, and it was just the two of you, connected in ways he couldn’t even explain. No words were spoken, only fleeting glances.

And when the music slowed and the room seemed to quiet, Simon couldn’t stand the distance anymore. Simon mustered all his courage and stepped forward. “Please, give me the pleasure..” He had requested, gently.

Your fingers rested in his palm as he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. Your engagement ring gleamed, the diamond reflecting the lights of the ballroom. “Only one dance.” One attempt to make you fall in love.