That weekend, Sam and Diane were going to the opera invited by Ryan McLaren, friend and editor of Diane. He and his brother Philip were a music lovers. Upon learning that the Boston Philharmonic Orchestra was touring with Verdi's opera 'La Traviata', took tickets for his brother, his sister and him, and also for Diane and her husband.
So, Sam and Diane were now finishing get ready for this important cultural event. Although he was not very good at names, Sam had developed, thanks to Diane and all their years together, a special sensitivity to classical music, even more than to painting or literature. Music was something that filled him more and reached his heart.
-Diane, and who do you say performs the opera? -Sam said from the bathroom while knotted his black tie.
-The Boston Philharmonic Orchestra -said Diane sitting at the dressing room as she finished her makeup.
- Sounds me... - Sam said trying to remember-.
-How not going to sound you? -Diane replied again- Do you remember the two times we went to see the Boston Pops before we married?... these are the same that performs the musical´s pieces…
- Of course!- Sam said excitedly- I knew that sounded me something! …By the way, I'm ready. -Then Sam came out of bathroom to the bedroom.
-Me too! -Diane said as she rose from her seat and turned gracefully towards Sam- What do you think?
Sam was so shocked that he stayed with astonished face and rooted to the spot almost unable to utter a word.
-Waw! -was all he could get to say Sam. He was impressed by her wife´s beauty.
Diane was immaculately made-up . She wore an elegant, low-cut black velvet dress with flight, tapered waist and two thin straps over her bare shoulders. Her hair was pulled in a high bun which showed off her slender neck. As supplements she wore black heels needle. In her small ears, platinum earrings, and a thin and simple necklace with a tiny emerald in the center. This necklace had sentimental value that exceeded by far its possible material value, as it was a gift from Sam when she gave birth to their son Samuel. Diane was truly radiant.
-You aren´t bad at all either- Diane said Sam with false disdain.
Certainly, she thought that he was elegant and handsome in white shirt and black tuxedo. He was exquisitely groomed. White hair, tanned skin and wrinkles, increasing his attractiveness and marked his manly appearance. He had also used the perfum of Hugo Boss that she had purchased, rather than the kind of varnish for doors that even wore in some less formal occasions.
-Diane! You are beautiful! -Sam finally managed to say -Do we have time to ...?
-Now is impossible, perhaps later ...- said Diane with mischievous, giving him a kiss in his lips- ...Now, hurry up !
Once in the car, Sam, staring her, insisted before putting the key in the ignition.
-You sure we don´t have time ...?
-I have said no! -Diane said, pretending to be angry- We're gonna be late.
Sam finally gave in, and they went to the opera. Then, Diane looked out the window to hide her smile. It was flattering to see Sam still as passionate and madly in love with her, rather than the first day, after so many years together, and the best was that she felt the same towards him.
More very soon…