Dinner and a Show

[Ophelia Dippet]

Ophelia had as much of an interest in theatrics as a young woman was expected to have, and not a jot more. That being said, she was rather fascinated by the spectacle before her, and she'd been watching with uncharacteristic rapture, so fixated that she'd hardly noticed the others sitting at the table since the lights had first dimmed. Of course @'Armando Dippet' was beside her, probably dozing off because he was a bore that way, but otherwise she'd hardly glimpsed the rest of her table-mates.

Normally she might have been flustered that the dramatic lighting focused on the stage was preventing anyone from seeing the outfit she'd put together; a vision of deep blues sprinkled with pearls and new mother-of-pearl earrings she'd bought on the boardwalk that afternoon, shaped like little seashells. She might also have been vying for the attention of the rather attractive man at her side. As it was, she had been reduced to making appropriate oooh and ahhh noises as the play wound its course.

Her reverie was disrupted, however, when the man beside her spoke. Ophelia nodded, keeping her eye on the acrobats. "I think that's rather the point," she replied quietly, a slight smirk on her lips. "If it looked easy, it wouldn't be quite so impressive, don't you think?"

She might have left it at that, but dinner was being served, so it seemed as though this was as good a time for conversation as any. "It's interesting how they show relationships in the air," she added. "The 'dance' when Romeo met Juliet was one of the most beautiful things I think I've ever seen on stage," she said--not that she had much to compare it to. Her last trip to the theatre, the leading lady had been anything but graceful.