Chapter 51 Closer To Her

I lift to see mischievous eyes staring into mine. “Oh yeah?”

My plans involved a bed, the kitchen island, and a shower.

Hers involved cramming into a crowded theater, paying for overpriced cheap wine for her, then hiding in the corner praying the lights go down before we’re spotted.

I’ll never say no to her, so my plans are back-burnered until later while we watch a play in the standing-room-only section since all the seats were sold out. Madonna insisted this was the best way to see a play. I’m not convinced until after intermission, and I see tears hovering in her eyes as she watches the people on stage.

I’ve missed the complete story because I was captivated by the way every emotion she feels deep inside plays across her face. The magic isn’t on stage. The magic is wrapped up inside Madonna Saint Elise.

Not once has she shown this depth of emotion in her films. I need to get her back to Broadway. Selfishly, it brings her closer to me as well.

We slip out before the ovations, which