The PSG Foundation's gala was a very important evening for the club. And when Julian and Melanie arrived there, they were immediately immersed in the atmosphere.

"I'll get us something to drink," Melanie offered, and she left before Julian had the time to answer. He stayed with Marco Verratti and his wife, and they talked until it was time to eat. Melanie naturally entered the conversation--everybody knew her by now.

When Julian and Melanie sat at their table, he was surprised to see that Presnel was on the same table. He bit his lip before looking at his ex-girlfriend.

"I'll be right back, I forgot something on my car."

Melanie nodded without asking questions, and he left the building. He took Presnel's teddy bear before coming back, and he barely had time to enter that the latter came to him.

"You brought Melanie?"

"Yes, she wanted to come," Julian shrugged.

"You didn't tell her?"

"I told her everything. But she paid her tickets and...it's Melanie. I really think we'll stay in touch. She's really important for me."

"Oh," Presnel seemed to calm down. "Alright. But are you okay? I guess she took it well."

"Yes, very well," Julian nodded. "Here, I give this back to you, it was really useful," he gave him his lucky charm, and the French player smiled.

"Thank you. Are you sure that you don't need it anymore?" he asked, looking at Julian in the eyes, who almost winced.

"I'm sure," he said, determined, and Presnel nodded.

"Perfect. Let's go?"

Julian nodded and followed him, and he glared at Melanie when he saw that she was smirking at them.

"You needed him to get something from your car?" she whispered--and no one spoke German at the table anyway--and Julian rolled his eyes.

"No, he was there when I came back."

Melanie nodded, disappointed, and Julian bit his lip. He could have made sure that his theory was right while he was alone with Presnel, but he didn't. Should he have?