The evening had settled into a comforting lull, the remnants of laughter still lingering in the air as the last plates were cleared from the table. Conversations had softened, weaving in and out of playful banter and nostalgic tales, filling the space with a warmth that made it easy to forget the earlier conversation.
I had just leaned back into my chair, when Madam Laura's voice rang out, gentle but expectant. "Fleur, dear," she began, a knowing smile dancing across her lips. "...would you mind indulging us with a song?"
My pulse stuttered. A part of me had hoped the earlier conversation about music would fade into memory, nothing more than a fleeting comment. But, clearly, Simon's eagerness had planted the idea firmly in everyone's mind.
Aurora clapped eagerly. "Yes! I've been dying t
