The lavender fields stretched before them like a painter’s dream, an endless canvas of vibrant purple under the Provençal sun. Isabelle inhaled deeply, the fragrant air filling her lungs and chasing away the last lingering shadows of her past life. With Jean-Luc, a trip like this would have been about showing off, about expensive hotels and carefully curated photo opportunities for social media. With Henri, it was about the experience itself, about immersing themselves in the beauty and tranquility that Provence so readily offered.