Lilian hurries across the park on a beautiful August day. Out of breath, she pauses and surveys the park. Memories of Jean flood her brain: their first meeting, lazy afternoon strolls, and stolen kisses beneath the beech trees. They've spent three blissful years together ... and that's about to end.
Pain stabs Lilian's chest and she feels nauseous. Has she overheated or is this guilt? Lilian dithers, uncertain what to do. Jean's waiting in the rose garden and she's already late. To delay further is rude. But Lilian is heartbroken, torn. How can she walk away from the love of her life? How can she let society dictate who she loves?