The ring

My love for Tristan felt stronger, sturdier than my affection for Stéphane. Yet… I couldn’t help but question my feelings, afraid of making a mistake again. Only time would tell… Needless to say that Tristan was mulling on the same thoughts, for this very evening, back at the hotel, he gave me an intense look.

“So, did you fall for Mattias’s blue eyes ?”

I giggled, oblivious of the seriousness of his question. The man was happily married, and I obviously very much in love with another man; it was moot point.

“Ah. No. He’s got great eyes, for sure. But he looks weird with that musketeer moustache you know ?”

“So you’d take him without the mustache ?”