SAVERIO

October 15, 1898

Tonight is the night. Paolo assumed that the abrupt nature of our excursion to London would alert few in the community to our arrival, but as it is, fame comes with its hindrances as it does its benefits. Neville Wighton personally sent Paolo and our company a special opening-night invitation with seats in the front row of the center balcony—some of the best in the house. Doubtless, he wants to ensure his rival has a good view of whatever is about to transpire.

Paolo’s face has never turned quite so purple as it did when he opened the invitation. I did my best not to laugh.

I’ve been dressed and ready to leave for nearly an hour now. It’s hard to say who is taking longer to primp and preen, Isabella or Paolo (quite possibly both).

I may or may not write about tonight’s performance. We shall see if it is even worth my time.