angel with the piercing brown eyes standing in front of her.
“I thought you weren’t coming. I was about to send a search and rescue team for you,” Brianna joked.
“I’m so sorry. The traffic in New York City is normally pretty bad on a Saturday night. Add an accident to that and well…,” Abby remarked as she gazed up at the woman who had been keeping her up at night questioning her identity. As her eyes rolled down the elegant, mermaid-styled satin gown that hung perfectly over Brianna’s exquisite curves, Abby came to the conclusion that it should be illegal for someone to be that attractive. That off-white, floor-length gown-probably made by a designer with an Italian sounding name-made Brianna look every bit like the movie star she was aspiring to become.
“We have to go in now. The concert is about to start,” Brianna breathed, and the two women began to walk towards the entrance of the theater in a hurry. “You look lovely tonight, Abby,” Brianna said over her shoulder as she sprinted through the hallway that led to the entrance of the theater.
Abby grinned, feeling heat creep up her cheeks. “You look amazing too, Brianna.” Abby took a peek at the back of Brianna’s backless gown and her eyes widened at how dangerously low the back of Brianna’s dress was. Abby gazed at Brianna’s flawless, exposed back and wished she had Brianna’s measurements and the confidence to pull off such a daring but beautiful dress.
After handing the tickets to the usher, Abby and Brianna walked inside the theater and made their way to one of the boxes. Abby’s eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped when she realized she was going to be listening to The New York Philharmonic and to Yo-Yo Ma live, and for the first time in her life, from a freaking box. Brianna had not mentioned that little detail to her. She couldn’t hide her glee. She was like a kid in a candy store inside Disneyland on Christmas day.
Brianna could not help but giggle at her date’s exuberance. Abby kept grabbing Brianna’s arm and pointing at things. Brianna had no idea there was such a thing as a hardcore orchestral music fan until Abby Sloan began to chew her ear off about the songs that were going to be played that night, the instruments, the history of the orchestra, the theater. She even knew the names of all the musicians. Even though the theater was full of celebrities, Abby could not care less about any of them. She was all about the music.
The performances finally began, and Abby watched and listened intently, turning occasionally towards Brianna and grinning like a little girl. Even though the theater was stunning, bathed in beautiful lights, and wonderful orchestral music was caressing her ears, Brianna could not help but stare at Abby. Abby’s angelic beauty, her child-like enthusiasm, her disarming smile, were the real show to Brianna. She began to wonder if she could ever be satisfied with just being Abby’s friend.
After the show ended, Abby could not stop tugging at Brianna’s arm and gushing about the concert. They walked out of the theater and made their way to a tent where the traditional post-concert dinner was being held. Just when Abby thought her night couldn’t get any better, it did. At the dinner, she got to talk and even take pictures with The Philharmonic’s director, the musicians, and of course Yo-Yo Ma. She was also introduced to several celebrities she had seen on TV or heard about, but she was not as impressed with them as she was with all the talented musicians in the room.
As Brianna watched the adorable brunette go into full fan girl mode at the dinner, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. She had been forced by her manager, who was also at the event, to mingle with the celebrities and theater people in attendance. “It’s good for your career,” he said to her repeatedly. But the only person Brianna wanted to mingle with was her new friend, Abby. She had hoped to talk to her and
“I thought you weren’t coming. I was about to send a search and rescue team for you,” Brianna joked.
“I’m so sorry. The traffic in New York City is normally pretty bad on a Saturday night. Add an accident to that and well…,” Abby remarked as she gazed up at the woman who had been keeping her up at night questioning her identity. As her eyes rolled down the elegant, mermaid-styled satin gown that hung perfectly over Brianna’s exquisite curves, Abby came to the conclusion that it should be illegal for someone to be that attractive. That off-white, floor-length gown-probably made by a designer with an Italian sounding name-made Brianna look every bit like the movie star she was aspiring to become.
“We have to go in now. The concert is about to start,” Brianna breathed, and the two women began to walk towards the entrance of the theater in a hurry. “You look lovely tonight, Abby,” Brianna said over her shoulder as she sprinted through the hallway that led to the entrance of the theater.
Abby grinned, feeling heat creep up her cheeks. “You look amazing too, Brianna.” Abby took a peek at the back of Brianna’s backless gown and her eyes widened at how dangerously low the back of Brianna’s dress was. Abby gazed at Brianna’s flawless, exposed back and wished she had Brianna’s measurements and the confidence to pull off such a daring but beautiful dress.
After handing the tickets to the usher, Abby and Brianna walked inside the theater and made their way to one of the boxes. Abby’s eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped when she realized she was going to be listening to The New York Philharmonic and to Yo-Yo Ma live, and for the first time in her life, from a freaking box. Brianna had not mentioned that little detail to her. She couldn’t hide her glee. She was like a kid in a candy store inside Disneyland on Christmas day.
Brianna could not help but giggle at her date’s exuberance. Abby kept grabbing Brianna’s arm and pointing at things. Brianna had no idea there was such a thing as a hardcore orchestral music fan until Abby Sloan began to chew her ear off about the songs that were going to be played that night, the instruments, the history of the orchestra, the theater. She even knew the names of all the musicians. Even though the theater was full of celebrities, Abby could not care less about any of them. She was all about the music.
The performances finally began, and Abby watched and listened intently, turning occasionally towards Brianna and grinning like a little girl. Even though the theater was stunning, bathed in beautiful lights, and wonderful orchestral music was caressing her ears, Brianna could not help but stare at Abby. Abby’s angelic beauty, her child-like enthusiasm, her disarming smile, were the real show to Brianna. She began to wonder if she could ever be satisfied with just being Abby’s friend.
After the show ended, Abby could not stop tugging at Brianna’s arm and gushing about the concert. They walked out of the theater and made their way to a tent where the traditional post-concert dinner was being held. Just when Abby thought her night couldn’t get any better, it did. At the dinner, she got to talk and even take pictures with The Philharmonic’s director, the musicians, and of course Yo-Yo Ma. She was also introduced to several celebrities she had seen on TV or heard about, but she was not as impressed with them as she was with all the talented musicians in the room.
As Brianna watched the adorable brunette go into full fan girl mode at the dinner, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. She had been forced by her manager, who was also at the event, to mingle with the celebrities and theater people in attendance. “It’s good for your career,” he said to her repeatedly. But the only person Brianna wanted to mingle with was her new friend, Abby. She had hoped to talk to her and
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