Auguste’s sudden departure caught him off guard. “Well, au revoir…” He murmured as he watched the private investigator disappear into the crowd. “Well, that was abrupt,” Julien muttered, glancing at Bijou, who gave a soft chiming sound in agreement.

He reached up to pat her lightly as she floated nearby. “He seems like quite the odd one. Definitely the brooding type. But still cute!” He said with a chuckle. The photos Auguste had taken of him were great. There was an unpolished beauty to them that was much different than the glamorous photoshoots he was used to. “I have a feeling this won’t be the last of him we’ll see.”

As the announcement echoed again through the hall, reminding guests to move toward the main stage, Julien took a breath and adjusted his scarf. “Well, no use lingering, darling. The show must go on.” With one last glance toward where Auguste had vanished, he smiled to himself and turned toward the theater.