Chapter 49

In each succeeding act, he again has bad luck being jilted by women, albeit, at least, real women this time. It crossed my mind that this could have been my life had I not met Arielle.

The curtain dropped and Arielle turned to me and said, “So, what did you think? Did you like it?”

“It was wonderful, amazing, over the top. I can’t say enough good things about it. I liked it even better than the museum.” I gave her a little squeeze around the waist.

“Arielle!” came a female voice from behind us. “What a surprise to see you here. I thought you told me you were coming on Thursday night.”

“Oh, hello, Marie. Actually, I did come on Thursday night. But this opera is my favorite, so I decided to come again tonight and bring my friend Rabi here. He’s visiting from Morocco, and it’s his first time at the opera.”