Master Of The Opera, Act 4: Dark Interlude - Plot & Excerpts
Christy complained. “Everyone at the opera said it would be crawling with tourists on a Saturday. How can I possibly find myself with ten thousand brats crawling up my ass, screaming that they want candy?” Hally threw her an amused look, then turned her attention back to the highway. “This is how the future Sanclaro matriarch talks?” “Ha ha. I never said I was going to actually marry him.” “What exactly are you doing?” “Today? Finding myself, as weird as that sounds.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I know.” She hadn’t told Hally about how much Roman frightened her. Or about the strange mystery of their families, which sounded crazy, even to herself. “It’s hard to explain.” “That much is clear.” Hally glanced at her again. “I mean, I’m no great fan of Roman Sanclaro, but I don’t really get what game you’re playing here. Is it just about the lawyers?” Christy shifted uncomfortably in her seat, easing the seat belt away from its tight grip across her shoulder, and looked out the car window.
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