Reclaiming Her Song

Synopsis

I arrived at Maison Laurent thirty minutes early, smoothing the silk of my burgundy dress as the maître d' led me to our reserved table. The restaurant glowed with soft amber light, crystal glasses catching and scattering it across white tablecloths. Five years ago, Nathan had proposed to me in this very restaurant, dropping to one knee beside a violinist playing Debussy's "Clair de Lune." "Mrs. Hayes, would you like to order a drink while you wait?" the server asked, his voice gentle with practiced sympathy. I wondered how many