Alexander
I didn’t want to come. I didn’t want to watch the ballet with Duchess Mara. I didn’t want to do anything with her. So, I anticipated boredom and disappointment, even the possibility of falling asleep. Being seated in front of the stage made my plans impossible. I felt a surge of annoyance. The two ladies were seated next to each other, with Evan and me at either end. They chattered while the curtain was still down, adding to my desire to leave the place.
Then, the curtains lifted. It was time to watch a ballet about doomed love. Of course, the man was at fault in this one. Albrecht was the nobleman who seduced a peasant girl. Suffice it to say that it was not pleasant to be a nobleman in the theater.
“It’s about to begin, Alexander,” Mara murmured happily.
She looked very
