The lower class typically wasn’t enthralled by the opera, so the bourgeoisie ruled the house. Judas had to stay strong for Grace. If he were to break, her life would be ruined, and he wouldn’t be able to live with such guilt, so here he was at The Met with a date, and trying to make Grace hate him. He’d brought Jolene, his assistant. She had always wanted to go to the opera, so she’d texted her boyfriend and faked a late night meeting with Judas to attend. Jolene was a great employee, and she’d covered his ass multiple times. The only other person he could have asked was Rebecca, but he wouldn’t bring her because Grace had seen him with her. He didn’t want her to think he was actually with Rebecca. “Thank you, for bringing me,” Jolene said, her smile beaming from ear to ear. “This is so amazing, Judas. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you.” He chuckled; her excitement provided some light in his dark mood.
