Chapter The Silver Moon of Cap d’Antibes
DEDICATED TO BAGHEERA
That night at Cap d’Antibes... the balmy air of the Mediterranean is brushing against Cleo’s skin as the music from the Hotel du Cap-Eden-Roc’s dance floor fills the night with romance that feels never ending. The air smells sweet of overripe peaches and matured red wine, while the moon colours the sky in antique silver.
’Will she one day learn not to wince away from the insistence of Ralph’s eyes courting her with the longing of a love sick Romeo? Will Ralph ever cease leaning on her as if he were dying from cold and she were his only source of heat?’
‘That night she accepts that she never lived with Antony but with an image of him and when she realises that she must overcome that illusion and live in this world.’
Ralph lifts his flute of champagne to her.
“Next year it will be us, the big surprise at the Cannes Film Festival!” He promises.
Being together, writing together, becoming one …
