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I had no idea what I was feeling while I rushed out. Uncle Michel lived just a 100 metres away from us and the walk was magical. Was it the magic of spring or was it just me? I felt different. I could see the people smile at me and I felt noticed but in a good way. I couldn’t help smiling to myself as I walked faster and I soon reached near uncle Michel’s home. Through the trees, surrounding the garden, I could see my mother with family and some friends gathered on the open balcony, overlooking the garden, lit by the warmth of the spring evening light. It was a beautiful setting and I was sure it was mom who chose the balcony as the place to gather family and friends for the event. She must have known it was my favourite place; from where I felt above the ground and closer to the sky - grounded but elevated. She knew me so well. I was a bit nervous but felt, in a very different way, confident. Was it la petite robe noire or was it the fragrance? Maybe it was both. With these thoughts in my head I silently tip-toed through the garden, past the living room, climbed the stairs to the balcony and paused at the door. I gently pushed the door open and entered the room. The next moment was magical. I saw mom, standing next to her group of friends, looking at me with pride. My entrance was followed by a pleasant silence and people in the room just looked in my direction with a pleasant smile that seemed to say ‘now, that’s a beautiful woman’. I was her. Merci la petite robe noire. © FOURPLUS MEDIA parfumplusmag.com P A R F U M P L U S 9