The room suddenly quieted, as a huge velvet drape moved in the back of the stage, and several of the candles were snuffed out by the servants. A man, wearing a long, black velvet coat, high collars, and a white shirt with huge cuffs, strutted dramatically out onto the stage. The lights were dim, so it was hard for Caitlin to get a good look at his face. But already, she could see that he walked very dramatically, full of himself, and that he had a huge shock of black, wavy hair.
As he walked closer, right to the edge of the stage, only feet from her, Caitlin got a good look at his face.
Her heart stopped, as her entire body when cold.
No. It couldn’t be.
“I am going to sing for you tonight a series of motets by Vivaldi,” the singer announced dramatically.
He turned and nodded to the m
