Arabella kicked the ball in front of her then tripped over the ground and smashed, with all the fluster and fury of a five-year-old, into the ground.
Arabella looked up with tears welling in her eyes, she let the pain and surprise of the moment sink in, then she looked to the blue sky above her and let out a wail. The sound was so brilliant and piercing that Eva often found herself embarrassed for her daughter’s incredible lungs.
“Oh dear,” Eva sighed.
Ambrose stood up and ran to his daughter, he never gave the same worrying care over Arabella that Eva gave. Instead, he swooped down and picked her up, lifting her high into the air. Ambrose looked up at his daughter’s face and smiled.
He threw her up then caught her easily as she came down. Arabella laughed. It always seemed remarkable to Eva the way that Ambrose could turn her daughter’s tears into laughter. He had the same talent for her. Eva could never feel sad for very long with Ambrose around her.
“Careful,” Eva needlessly called out to Ambrose. Ambrose was always careful, he was always sure of himself.
Ambrose walked with Arabella on his shoulders and his hand on Eva’s back.
When they arrived at the Palais Garnier Eva gasped.
“Luciano!” She ran into the older man’s arms.
“Ah, Passerotto mio—”
Eva pulled back, looking over his face, “Is Glenda with you?”
“Yes, yes, she’s at the hotel now, she will come tonight. We are both excited.” He extended a hand to encompass the entire opera house. Luciano noticed Arabella who was standing respectfully by looking up at him and her mama. “And Arabella, how you’ve grown.”
“You always say that,” she giggled. Luciano picked her up and held her at his side.
“Come, join us for dinner, we are having it brought it from Le Meurice.” Ambrose held out an arm to direct Luciano to follow Eva through the halls of the palatial building.
The quartet sat and ate blue lobster, exquisite risotto, and scallops with white alba truffle foam. They laughed at Luciano’s recent stories of time with his family in Venice and Glenda’s conquests in procuring Luciano a spot on next year’s roster with La Scala.
Hilda came and all three adults kissed the precious Arabella goodnight. Arabella gave an unconvincing show of not being tired but eventually agreed that she would see everyone again in the morning.
“Life seems very good, Luciano. La Scala next year, a good woman by your side?” Ambrose put his napkin on the table to signify that dinner was over.
“That is what I want to talk with you about. I want you both to be in my new opera.” Luciano smiled at Eva and Ambrose.
“A new opera?” Eva leaned forward.
“I think you might be my muse, I’ve had another dream.” Luciano looked up as if imagining the visions he’d had.
Ambrose looked to Eva with raised brows.
“I’ve always wanted to sing at La Scala…like my mother,” Eva admitted.
“You will sing there with or without me. You will sing at all the major opera houses, there can be no doubt of that.”
“And your new opera?” Ambrose questioned. “What will it be about?”
“The Vampire Queen,” Luciano looked happily across the table. “The Queen of the underground. Spoiled forever in eternity by her King… A bond so strong it could never be broken…and a child. A child with the voice of the future.”
Eva felt her mouth open, then she closed it again.
“But…” Eva tried to get her thoughts straight. “Isn’t there…some drama? Something terrible waiting your Queen?”
Luciano looked at her for a long time then sat back. “That is just the problem. I cannot seem to fit anything horrible inside. Perhaps the child could be plagued by the same darkness that plagued Lucretia. She could be swept up one brisk night out of the hands of her nanny…to be the muse of the darkness…”
Eva sat up, ready to run out of the room, to grab her child to her breast.
“But…” Luciano continued. “It does not fit. It was not in my dream.”
Eva exhaled and laughed. Luciano laughed too, though Eva was certain they were not laughing at the same thing.
“And you have music for this?” Ambrose seemed to be in deep contemplation.
“The most beautiful music, Glenda holds the burden of all my papers and notes. It is the best work I’ve ever done. It will be a masterpiece. People will come, the music will speak for itself—you will see.”
“I like that idea, very much.” Eva extended her arm and squeezed Luciano’s hand.
“Ok, you will need to prepare…warm up…change…” Luciano pushed away from the table and stood. “I will be in the audience tonight. In bocca al lupo!”
Ambrose saw Luciano out of the opera house and the house staff came in to clear the table and dishes away. Eva walked to the mirror and looked over her face. She looked happy. How had she ever become so happy? She shook the thought away, it was time to focus on being Gilda.
She drank some honey water and turned the electric kettle on for a pot of tea. There were a few bouquets of flowers on the side tables and the piano. There was a new bouquet that Eva hadn’t noticed before sitting next to her expanse of stage makeup. Eva walked over to it, letting her fingers touch the soft buds.
The flowers were all white, roses, dahlias, and lilies, mixed with white hydrangea. Eva moved her nose into the bouquet and inhaled. The smell made her smile. As she pulled back she noticed a small square card tucked into the blooms.
To Gilda & the Duke of Mantua,
Here’s to the perfect opening night. Wish we could be there!
Jerome & Bridget
Eva smiled again. Jerome had been hired into the Cincinnati Opera shortly after Bridget. Their friendship had bloomed slowly into something more. And when it had there was no stopping it. Eva and Ambrose had attended their very fashionable Manhattan wedding a few months ago, just before the pair zipped off to spend a year with the Shanghai Opera House.
Eva tucked the note back into the bouquet and sighed happily. She looked up when Ambrose came back into the room.
“What do you think of his new opera?” Ambrose asked as he took off his suit jacket.
“It sounds perfect. I am beginning to be quite grateful for Luciano’s dreams.” Eva turned to her husband. She saw the same happiness and contentment in him that she’d seen reflected in her own eyes.
“A Queen…” he said.
“…And King,” she said.
“Without any drama…no complications to frighten or terrify?” Ambrose asked.
“I could see myself living the rest of my life that way—though any problem would seem very small indeed with my King.” Eva walked to her husband and fell into his arms.
“And to be spoiled and lauded for all eternity?” He asked.
“Oh yes, lots of that.” Eva smiled.
Ambrose kissed Eva’s forehead, both her eyelids, then found his way to her open and waiting lips.
*****
THE END
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