The Ophelia RingOphelia played piano in a hotel lobbysoft jazz that sounded like longing. Travelers came and went, but she stayed, her music like a warm evening kept just for two. One man listened each night from the same velvet chair, never approaching, just listening. When he finally spoke, it was not to compliment her playingbut to ask her name. She realised then that some loves begin not with fireworks, but with exquisite attention. The Ophelia Ring is the kind