Every seat in the house is full,” Monet whispered to me. “It’s a sold-out performance.”
“Did Fanelli promise them they could throw rotten tomatoes at me?” I whispered back. I always made jokes when I was nervous. I was trying not to let it show, but my hands were clammy with sweat. Opening night is always a blur; now this felt real.
“No, but maybe rumors of your torrid love affair with my brother drew a crowd,” Monet shot back.
I paled.
“Hey, it’s okay,” she said. “I was just joking.”
It killed me to admit it, but Connor and Angie did a good job. She made an admirable Katharina, blowing hot one minute and cold the next. It was a better than decent performance, but I knew my Katharina would have been something special. There was bound to be a college production, if I was lucky.
I heard my cue and stepped into the scene. I said my first line and Dev replied. My shoulders were incredibly tense, but after a few minutes, I felt them loosen.
I could do this. As I said the words, it finally became clear. I was a girl in love with a guy.
When Dev took me into his arms, I thought, despite Fanelli’s directions, he might try to fake it with a stage kiss. Instead, he took me into his arms and kissed me lingeringly.
I vaguely heard the sound of a wolf whistle from the audience. I was so addled that I could barely get out my next line, but I managed.
Monet later told me that the look of dazed lust on my face lent my performance a little extra something. I didn’t point out that I hadn’t been acting.
I said my last line, “The more fool you, for laying on my duty.” I almost tripped as I exited the stage, but I caught myself and hoped nobody noticed.
When the curtain finally fell, there was a moment of silence and then the crowd burst into roaring applause. Everyone was clapping, even the kids who buy tickets to the shows just to make fun of them.
Backstage, everyone was talking and laughing at once. Even Dev looked my way and smiled.
“Go on and take your bow,” Mr. Fanelli said to me. “You’ve earned it.”
The leads linked hands and went forward to take their bows. Dev was on one side of me and Connor was on the other, but I barely noticed him. I was reveling in the sensation of Dev’s hand in mine.
A strange exhilaration mixed with sadness came over me as we took our final bow. And finally, the last of the applause for Mr. Fanelli and Monet as they came out and took theirs. Then the houselights went up and the audience filed out.
I found Mom, who handed me a bouquet of white roses. “From your father,” she said. “He’s sorry he couldn’t make it. And this,” Mom said, giving me a hug, “is from me.”
“Best present ever,” I said, grinning at her.
“Oh, there’s Mrs. Ambrose,” Mom said. “I need to talk to her about Grad Night. Do you mind?”
“Go ahead,” I said. “I’ll see you backstage.”
It was over. It was now or never to talk to Dev. I caught up with him outside the dressing room. He was leaning against the wall, talking to his parents and Monet. He was still in costume, although he’d loosened the tie and slung the suit jacket over his shoulder.
“Sophie, there you are,” Monet said. She was holding a bouquet of daisies tied with a yellow gingham ribbon. Scott stood on her other side.
“Nice flowers,” I said. I remembered I hadn’t thanked Dev yet for my orchids, but I didn’t want to say anything in front of his parents. Mr. Lucero liked to tease.
“Sophie, you were marvelous,” Mr. Lucero said. “But I’m sorry you had to kiss my son. I hope the experience wasn’t too terrible.” His dimples flashed when he smiled.
He bore a remarkable resemblance to Dev. Dev and Monet got their red hair from him.
“Thank you,” I replied. “It wasn’t too terrible—acting opposite Dev.”
“I hope he behaved himself,” his mother interjected.
“Of course,” I said. Dev seemed to be enthralled with an imaginary spot right over my shoulder.
We chatted for a few minutes, but his parents showed no signs of leaving.
Finally, in desperation, I said, “Dev, can I talk to you for a minute?”
He didn’t move. I was definitely getting mixed signals from him.
“Son, when a beautiful woman asks you to talk to her, you go talk to her,” his father said. He gave him a gentle shove in my general direction. “Your mother and I will see you later.”
Monet said, “Oh, there’s Vanessa. I need to talk to her about…something. C’mon, Scott.” She winked at me before she grabbed Scott’s arm and led him away.
Dev looked at me but didn’t say anything.
“Thank you for the orchids,” I said. “They’re beautiful.”
“You’re welcome.”
This had to be the most awkward conversation in the history of awkward conversations.
“Dev, about the costume closet,” I said.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said. “I know you’re back with Connor.”
“I’m not back with Connor,” I said.
My life had been fraught with miscommunication lately. It was time to clear the air.
“Dev,” I said, “I care about you, but—”
He said, “Sophie, it’s okay. I saw you two together. You were happy. You don’t have to sugarcoat it.”
He left before I could say anything else. How could a smart guy get things so backward? And how could he possibly miss that Connor and Angie were holding hands as they passed us?
I couldn’t figure it out, unless Dev was obviously not interested and was using Connor as an excuse. Anyone with a brain in his head could see that Connor and I weren’t together, would never be together again, and, in fact, were much better off as friends than we ever were as boyfriend and girlfriend.