Matteo and I had a late dinner after he had finished his conference call marathon. Finally, the romantic ambience I was hoping for was coming together.
A musician had been playing, his fingers making magic out of the strings of his classical guitar. The lights dimmed further and a single spotlight slowly brightened on a spot on the small stage. It was her, the woman from the island. She sang, her voice both sexy and plaintive.
Her colorful hair was braided to one side, a white lily behind an ear. She was wearing a loose lime-green spaghetti-strapped dress that flared just above her knees, her feet in beige strappy wedges. She was a few inches shorter than my own 5′4″ height, but on the stage, she was a commanding presence.
I looked around and every person in the restaurant/bar was under her spell.
Is she for freaking real?