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“I had no idea you were interested in the ballet, Sebastian. I always think of you as more of a theatre buff.”
“You’re quite right, Mother. In fact it will be my first visit to the Royal Opera House.”
“Then be warned, don’t bother to have lunch.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s all very civilized at Covent Garden
. You have dinner throughout the evening. They serve the first course before the curtain goes up, the main course during the long interval, and coffee, cheese and biscuits after the curtain comes down. Who are you taking?”
“I’m not. I’m a guest.”
“Anyone I know?”
“Stop fishing, Mother.”
* * *
Sebastian arrived at the Royal Opera House a few minutes before seven, surprised by how nervous he felt. But then, as Clive had so helpfully reminded him, it was his first date for some time. He scanned the crowd streaming through the front doors, and then he saw her. Not that he could have missed her. Priya’s long dark hair and deep brown eyes were complemented by a striking red silk dress that made him feel she should be gracing the cover of Vogue rather than hidden away analyzing profits and losses in the deep recesses of a bank. Her face lit up the moment she spotted him.
“Wow,” he said. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you,” Priya replied, as Seb kissed her on the cheek as if she were his aunt Grace.
“I’m sure you’ve been to the House many times before,” she said, “so you’ll be familiar with the routine.”
“No, it’s my first visit,” admitted Seb. “In fact, I’ve never been to the ballet before.”
“Lucky you!”
“What do you mean?” asked Seb as they entered the restaurant on the ground floor.
“You’ll either be hooked for life, or you won’t ever want to come again.”
“Yes, I know what you mean,” said Seb.
Priya stopped at the entrance. “We have a booking in the name of Ghuman.”
“Please follow me, madam,” said the maître d’, who led them to their table and, once they were seated, handed each of them a menu.
“They serve the first course before the curtain goes up, and we have to order the main course at the same time so they can have it ready for us at the interval.”
“Are you always this organized?”
“I’m so sorry,” said Priya. “I was only trying to help.”
“And I was only teasing,” said Seb. “But then, when you’ve got a mother like mine, it goes with the territory.”
“Your mother is a remarkable lady, Seb. I wonder if she knows just how many women look upon her as a role model?”
A waiter appeared at their side, his order pad open.
“I’ll have the asparagus, and Dover sole,” said Priya.
“And I’ll have the duck pâté, and a lamb chop,” said Seb, “and I’d like to order a bottle of wine.”
“I don’t drink,” said Priya.
