WHEN YOU ARE MINE

My name is Isabelle, a talented young pianist of twenty-six years old. Music has always been my refuge, my universe where I could escape from the worries of everyday life. Every morning, I got up with the sun, impatient to find my piano, this silent confidant who understood all my emotions. My little Parisian apartment often resonated with the notes of my compositions, a modest place but imbued with my essence.

My daily routine was a well-orchestrated dance. After a frugal breakfast of fresh fruit and tea, I devoted myself to my musical practice. Each note, each chord was a brick that built my day. In the afternoon, I gave piano lessons to local children, sharing this all-consuming passion with them. In the evening, I found my close friend, the piano, for hours of composition and improvisation.

One day, when I got lost in a waltz of Chopin, my phone rang. It was Sophie, my best friend, with an exciting new.

"Isabelle!" You will never guess! She cried with a voice full of enthusiasm.

"What, Sophie?" I replied, intrigued.

"You are invited to play in an intimate concert organized by one of the most prestigious art galleries in Paris. They have heard of you and want you to play during their private evening! »»

My heart leaps. It was an unexpected opportunity, a chance to show my talent to a wider audience and perhaps change the course of my career.

"It's amazing, Sophie!" I say, almost incredulous. "When is it? »»

"This Saturday. Prepare to shine, my dear! »»

I spent the following days to prepare for the concert intensively. Each piece that I chose had to be perfect, each note an expression of my soul.

On the evening of the concert, the gallery was illuminated with a thousand lights, each painting and sculpture shone under the spotlight. The guests, dressed elegantly, wandered with champagne cuts in hand, chatting with art and culture. My heart was beating chamade as I settled behind the large black -tailed piano in the center of the room.

And that's where I live it for the first time. Gabriel. He stood away, observing the scene with an icy distance. His imposing look and his piercing gaze made him an intriguing figure. It was said that he was a mysterious billionaire, renowned for his coldness and his reserve. His face, although beautiful, was marked by a certain hardness, a shadow of melancholy.

I took a deep breath and let my fingers run over the piano keys, overwhelmed by the music. I played with all-consuming passion, each note vibrating in the air like an intimate confession. At the end of my performance, the room burst into applause. Gabriel, still aside, met my gaze and a slight smile touched his lips.

After the concert, Sophie grabbed my arm and led me towards Gabriel. "Come on, I want to introduce you to someone," she said with a knowing wink.

"Mr. de Villeneuve, allow me to introduce you to Isabelle, the talented pianist this evening," she said, smiling.

"Pleased to meet you, mademoiselle," Gabriel said in a deep, smooth voice. "Your performance was... mesmerizing." »

"Thank you, sir," I replied, feeling my cheeks redden under his intense gaze. "It's an honor to play here tonight. »

Gabriel invited me for a more private discussion, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd. We sat in a quiet corner of the gallery, surrounded by impressionist paintings.