It was something extraordinary, really, that led me to him. A twist of fate. A twist of luck. But pure chance, certainly not. Especially here, there, in my home town.

Frances has just a few lines, but stage fright takes hold and she flees, ambushing an unsuspecting man intent of grilling a cigarette in peace. Tristan is as handsome as he is genuine; he helps her shake her fears.
Friendships ensues... which might turn to more.
Be warned: love, angst, divorces, marriage and babies ahead ! Get ready for Festival de Cannes as well !

Stage Fright

The clôture ceremony was rather grandiose. Since it was my first Cannes festival, I had to admit that the vision of this immense Auditorium only added to my flustered state. The first reason of my emotional turmoil sat beside me, drop dead gorgeous in a dress that revealed her shoulders. Pale emerald chiffon draped across her upper arms, the fabric so ethereal that it seemed made of clouds. Its numerous plaits surrounded her waist, then fell in a draped long skirt with a slit bordered with lace. Behind, a set of buttons created à look that oscillated between elvish and 1900. With her tamed ringlets of fire falling over it, Frances was a vision of pure beauty. Slightly unreal, to be honest. 


I knew I wasn't the only one mesmerised by this vision; I had seen looks of envy – women, mostly – and intense curiosity upon people's face. Some, of pure admiration. I couldn't blame them, I had issues accepting that she had set her sights upon me. 


Close call