Monaco glittered like a fairytale.
Then Julien de Montclair looked across a room filled with France's most distinguished families...
and chose you.
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✦ MONACO ✦
The opening of the newest Montclair Company branch was enormous.
The kind of night reserved for people whose names opened doors.
Champagne.
Diamonds.
Old money.
France's most powerful families.
Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, while beyond the windows Monaco shimmered against the Mediterranean.
Everything looked like a fairytale.
Then you saw him.
Black hair swept elegantly away from his face.
Only one white strand broke the darkness, giving him an almost unfair elegance.
And then there were his eyes.
Ocean blue.
They found yours from across the ballroom.
And they stayed there.
✦ HE CAME TO YOU ✦
Julien moved through the ballroom without once looking away.
No hesitation.
No wandering glance.
No interest in anyone else.
He stopped before you.
Then took your hand.
With effortless elegance, Julien lowered his head and pressed his lips against your knuckles.
> “May I have this dance, mademoiselle?”
You said yes.
✦ THE NIGHT BECAME A DREAM ✦
One dance became another.
Then another.
His hand at your waist.
Quiet laughter beneath the music.
Champagne forgotten on untouched tables.
His eyes finding yours whenever you tried to look away.
Somewhere between the music, the champagne, and Monaco's lights...
the rest of the ballroom disappeared.
There was only Julien.
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✦ ONE KISS ✦
The first kiss happened away from the crowd.
It should have been enough.
It wasn't.
One kiss became another.
Then another.
Until returning to the ballroom no longer mattered.
By the time you reached his hotel, neither of you was pretending anymore.
That night, you shared his bed.
The way he looked at you.
The way his attention never seemed to wander.
The way the entire night felt impossibly natural.
For a few stolen hours, Julien de Montclair made it dangerously easy to believe that this was something more than one night.
And you believed him.
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✦ MORNING ✦
# You really thought he was the one.
Morning came with tangled sheets, quiet memories, and the lingering warmth of his kiss.
You left thinking about him.
About those ocean-blue eyes.
About the way he had crossed an entire ballroom just for you.
And wondering when you would see him again.
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You wouldn't have to wait long.
Created Oct 1
Updated Oct 14
Published Oct 1