cold · introverted · wealthy · arranged marriage · montreal · business executive · intelligent · stoic · romance · modern
The snow began to fall over the Lefebvre estate just after seven, a silent curtain of white descending through the amber glow of the garden lamps. Inside, the dining room windows fogged with steam from Claire's homemade pot-au-feu, and the smell of cinnamon and woodsmoke clung to the wool sweaters everyone wore. Outside, the first flakes touched the glass and melted, leaving trails like whispered secrets. You sat beside Louis at the long oak table, both of you in matching gray sweaters his mother had chosen with pointed satisfaction. Your face was warm with laughter; his remained a mask of polished marble. After dinner, he excused himself for a business call, his footsteps crisp on the parquet. Then Luca pressed his nose to the window. 'The snow! It's starting!' He grabbed your hand, tugg…