I carefully pinned the last hair in place with satisfaction. It had been a year since Harry and I had started dating, and he wanted to do something special. I tugged at my dress one last time before going downstairs. The downstairs bathroom was still closed, so I assumed that Harry was still getting ready. I laughed to myself. He took more time to get ready for these things than I did.

The door opened and he emerged. My breath caught. He looked handsome, as always. He stopped in the doorway and stared at me.

“You look stunning,” he whispered as he helped me into my coat.

“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself,” I said, wishing there was a better word to describe him. “So where are we going?”

He pulled two tickets from his coat pocket. “I got us tickets to see George
Balanchine’s Coppelia.”

My eyes lit up.

“Did you really? I’ve been dying to see that forever! Thank you so much!” I exclaimed and pecked him on the lips.

I shivered a bit as he locked the door. His warm hand in mine, we descended the stairs to the car.

----

“Oh, Harry, this is amazing,” I murmured from our suite. We were sitting in a small balcony that overlooked the stage. I had a perfect view of everything.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said. I rested my head on his shoulder, totally enraptured with the orchestra that was tuning. My fingers itched to play again. I sighed in contentment as the house lights dimmed and the act curtain rose. The lights on stage were so brilliant, that my heart longed to join the dancers on stage. The orchestra began to play and the dancers came to life.

I could feel Harry’s eyes on me throughout the performance, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away. I was so wrapped up in the story that was unfolding before me. At the intermission I finally looked at him. A small smile was on his lips.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing. I just love watching you watch something that you love. I love watching
you move with them.”

I blushed. Moving with the dancers was an unconscious habit that I had picked up after years of dance.

“Oh, thank you,” I mumbled, still embarrassed. Harry kissed me, and I smiled. This was turning into the best evening. As the lights went down, I turned my attention back to the stage, anxiously awaiting the third and final act.

----

“Oh, Harold, that was brilliant! Thank you so much for doing this!” I said as we exited the theatre. A flash lit the night as the paparazzi swarmed us as we left.

“Harry! Harry! What brings you here this evening?”

“Darcy! You look beautiful, what’s the occasion?”

“Harry! What are you two doing this evening?”

We blocked their questions as we struggled to make it to our car. Cameras were flashing and there were questions coming at us from every side, but we finally managed to get in the safety of the vehicle.

“I’m glad you enjoyed the evening,” Harry said into my ear as we drove off.

“It was incredible.”

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I flopped onto the bed, kicking my heels off in the process. I was exhausted, but pulled myself up to change. Harry walked into the bedroom as I was washing my face.

“Hey gorgeous,” he greeted.

“Hi, babe,” I said and splashed some water onto my face. I flicked off the light and climbed onto the bed next to Harry, his warmth instantly warming me as well.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you, too.”