“Ooh, ouch.”Yvette grimaced. “That must’ve hurt. I mean when she called out Siegfried’s name, instead of his.”
“Yes, I’m sure it did.” Replied Bartholomew, with a shy smile. “Would you like some more water?”
“Um sure.” Said Yvette, as she looked at her watch. It said 11PM, so she still had a few minutes before she had to meet Fredrick at her place. “So when, are you going to show me your painting?”
“Soon.” He replied as he smiled , and handed her the glass of water. “Just when I am about to finish it, and when it is ready for the final touch. Then my dear, I promise you’ll be the first to see it.”
“Well, I am honored.” Yvette said as she returned his smile. She then took a sip of her water.
“Oh, by the way.” He said to her. “I have some wonderful news. I just heard from the ballet com
