Vincenti took his seat in the closest box to the left. He waited for Belle to join him, a dozen white roses by his seat. He became a bit distraught when she didn't show up. The show was going to begin in a few minutes. Someone offered him champagne, but he didn't even take the time to turn around and acknowledge the person. He stated he didn't drink, and scanned the crowds below. A few women looked up at him, giggling madly and whispering amongst themselves. Vincenti turned away from them. He was an exceptionally good looking man with his blond hair, gray eyes, and facial structure. He had received numerous offers in the last two years which he had been with Belle, and he denied every single one. He closed his eyes for a moment. There was no doubt that she was here. Her heart was beating frantically. Just what exactly was going on?
The play began, and when he saw Belle on stage he leaned forward a bit with a half smile. She glanced towards him only once, and that was all she needed. He watched on the edge of his seat, not so much worrying for her as entranced by her. Her voice was one of an angel, and it now rung clearly through the theater. He could hear the audience holding their breath on the ends of her words. She had entranced them, too. Nevermind Romeo, who was a decent and acceptable actor for the piece, but had no particular quality about him. As the play closed he stood up as did the rest of the audience as the cast took their bows. Flowers, mostly red roses were thrown onto the stage as was customary, along with a white one from Vincenti. After having not looked at him the entire time, Belle locked eyes with him for several seconds, and he leaned on the edge of the balcony as the actors retreated offstage. He raced down the stairs, and headed off to find her.
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