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"These are beautiful," I gush, gesturing to the corner where I’ve placed his gifts. "I never knew we get flowers like these in New York."
"We don't," he says curtly.
I shake my head in confusion. He understands me well, for he explains, "The first time I heard you, I sent for the finest flowers from my private farm. I grow the rarest herbs and flora, you see. For moments like these. The breathtaking moments."
The intensity of his words overwhelms me, and I find myself at a loss for what to say. Martin shuffles his feet in the corner, protective yet reverent of the man who can break or make my career.
It's then that Philippe makes a proposition that both surprises and exhilarates me. "Tatiana, I'd like to invite you to my subsurface casino tonight. There will be music, dancing, and a chance to experience a different side of life. Would you care to join me?"
His invitation sends a thrill down my spine, and I feel drawn to the idea of exploring his world alongside him. His intuition was right with the bird of paradise flower. I've always craved adventure, and the opportunity to delve into the unknown with him is too tempting to resist.
"Philippe," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady as my heart races in my chest. "I would be delighted to join you."
"Excellent," he murmurs, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. "You won't regret it, I promise."
As we stand there, amongst the lingering scent of flowers and the promise of an exciting night, I can't help but feel that my life is about to change dramatically. He smiles at me and walks out, leaving the door a little ajar.
"Martin, could you give me a few minutes to change?" I ask, eyes still on the retreating Philippe, my voice full of determination. "I need to get ready for tonight."
"Are you really going through with this, Tatiana?" Martin's concern is evident in his tone. "You barely know this man, and yet you're willing to jump into his world without hesitation."
"Martin, I appreciate your concern, but I want to do this," I insist, my eyes meeting his. "I'll be fine, I promise. And weren't you the one who said he's a great patron of the arts? Just imagine, Martin!" I gush. "The world he could show me, the people he could open doors to."
"Alright," he sighs, still looking worried. "But if you need anything, or if you feel uncomfortable at any point, don't hesitate to call me. I'll be there in a heartbeat."
"Thank you, Martin. I'll keep that in mind." As soon as he leaves the dressing room, I waste no time changing into my new outfit for the night: a sultry black dress that hugs my curves and accentuates my figure. With a final glance in the mirror, I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the adventure ahead.
When I step out of the dressing room, Philippe is waiting for me, an approving smile on his face as he takes in my appearance. Martin stands next to him, glowering.
"You look stunning, Tatiana," Philippe nods, looking me over from top to toe, his gaze reverential.
"Thank you," I reply, a slight blush coloring my cheeks. "Shall we?"
"Of course," he says, extending his arm for me to take.
"Tatiana," Martin adds just as we begin to walk away. "Please remember, your parents expect you back in New York tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Martin," I agree, but Philippe stops and turns to face Martin.
"On that note, I can assure you that I will personally ensure Tatiana's safety tonight. You have no reason for concern when she's with me."
"Much appreciated," Martin nods.
When we step outside, I notice a convoy of sleek black cars parked along the curb. The mystery surrounding this man onlydeepens as I see the small fleet of vehicles waiting for us. Philippe leads me to one of them and motions at the driver to get out, opening the door for me like a true gentleman.
"Quite an entourage you have," I comment casually, trying not to betray my curiosity.
Philippe chuckles softly, his eyes shining with amusement. "One can never be too careful, my dear." He gets in beside me and begins to drive. As we pull away from the theater, the other cars fall into formation behind us, their headlights illuminating the night.
I steal glances at Philippe throughout the drive, my curiosity piqued by his enigmatic aura. I want to ask him a million questions, where he grew up, what he does for a living, where his love for opera comes from, but there's something about his presence that keeps me from prying.
Instead, I focus on the idea of enjoying tonight without any strings attached.
"Tell me about your life, Tatiana," Philippe says suddenly, breaking the silence. "What brought you to the world of opera?"
"Music has always been my passion," I explain, relishing the opportunity to share my story. "I started singing when I was a child, and I knew from a young age that I belonged on stage."
"Your talent is truly exceptional," he compliments, his gaze intense and sincere. "I'm honored to witness such a gift."
