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

Damn, I was crying again. How many tears had I shed today of all days, messing up with the fantastic make-up the artist had struggled to perfect ? I wiped a tear out of my cheek and sighed, putting the card down. Helen's blessing, in the form of a flower arrangement of oranges and reds blossoms. I had not realised how much it meant to me, until now. Until those words, written a little messily on the crispy paper, send my mind in overdrive. 


"Be happy. And I’ll take care of Nils’ stubbornness. I am glad you both found joy in each other. Enjoy. Frances, please take care of Tristan, he’s a great man that needs more coddling than I was able to give. With respect, Helen." 


Passation