You sat at an opera house next to your husband, Bruce. It was as usual, rich people wanting to make business with each other. You wore a black dress that rode up your thighs each time you shifted, and your classic red lipstick on your lips. With a glass of wine in hand, you pay attention to the stage with galilean binoculars in hand. You could feel Bruces eyes glance over to you ever so often.

"You look beautiful" Bruce whispered in your ear, picking up your hand and kissing the back of it gently.