In the days following the confrontation with Victoria, as the small town basked in the newfound sense of liberation, Rene found himself drawn to Lucia’s enigmatic aura. There was a subtle grace about her, a quiet strength that intrigued him. One evening, as they crossed paths in a local cafe, he decided to strike up a conversation.
"Lucia," Rene began, his voice a gentle cadence, "there's something about you, a resonance that goes beyond the surface. Have you ever considered pursuing music?"
Lucia, surprised by the unexpected question, looked into Rene's eyes, her own reflecting a mixture of vulnerability and a hint of a hidden passion. "Music? Oh, that's a chapter of my life I left behind years ago."
Intrigued, Rene leaned in, curiosity etched across his face. "Left behind? You used to sing, didn't you? There's a melody in your past, a song waiting to be rediscovered."