"Must you always be so stunning? The audience will be looking at you more than the play itself," she blushed at my words, nervously laughing as she got on her tiptoes to kiss me and, as always, I cherished the moment.
"You look quite dashing yourself," she patted my chest before linking her arm around mine and we made ourselves to the waiting carriage. She was dressed in a beautiful golden gown with long white gloves, her hair tied up into a bun with strands framing her face and diamond earrings with a matching choker that I had bought her a few days ago.
It didn't take long to get to the theatre but once we did, one of the workers were out waiting for us. He dipped down into a neat bow, a respectful smile on his face.
"Mr. and Mrs. Callisto."
"Hello," Aria smiled at him while I couldn't be bothered to do much more than a nod.