As the jazz number faded into scattered applause, Lucille Roux began her exit. To the surprise of the onlookers, Julian Vance didn't just step aside; he lingered at the foot of the stage, inadvertently blocking her path. Lucille, ever the professional socialite, offered a dazzling smile and gracefully plucked the glass of red wine right out of Julian’s hand.
Julian was momentarily stunned. He was merely trying to get close enough for a scan—what was she playing at?
"Thank you for the vintage, Monsieur," Lucille purred, taking a delicate sip. "I was parched. However, I must get to the dressing room to change for my next act. If you're still here later, perhaps I can thank you properly in person. Would you like that?"
She was a master of the Parisian scene; her words were a polite dismiss
