All of Me

Chapter 06 - You should know where I'm coming from

Saoirse decided to accept John's invitation to go to the Theater that night. Maybe it would be good. At least a place she probably wouldn't hate in that stinky London and she would get to dress up again, just like she loved.

Saoirse was wearing a bright green emerald dress she herself had designed and sewn, to match her eyes and her fiery hair. She was really finding herself beautiful, albeit still a little on the thin side, when Princess Alexandra came forward to greet John. Of course, since he was the current celebrity.

The princess was so pretty and classy, everything Saoirse knew she would never be. The moment the Princess started talking, the ginger's face fell instantly. Her dress was perfect, in silk and perfect fit. Saoirse avoided looking. Perhaps it was true. Perhaps princessess were magical beings, just like in Fairytales.

"Are you an item?" Alexandra asked, looking at both of them.

Saoirse didn't know. Were they? In fact, John never spoke openly about that. He didn't ask to marry her, even after the day she proposed. It was impossible to be sure. Saoirse was feeling stupid and used, her eyes were filling, but she tried to disguise.

"Yes, we are," he said, assertively, squeezing her hand. Well, weren't those great news.

Saoirse didn't look at him either way. He seemed to always know what she was thinking and feeling, but she couldn't trust herself when it came to reading him...

Great. The performance was a children's play and Saoirse could see nothing but dots, because they had only one pair of binoculars and they were the Princess's. To top it all off, Nora was staring at Merrick with bedroom eyes and all Saoirse felt like doing at the time was rolling her own green ones and groaning. Why did people pay more to be cramped in a box was beyond the red's comprehension. Next time she went, she'd be on the front row.

She squinted till the play was over. Yeah, it was not awesome, but it had been fun, at least. If she had children with John, they would have certainly liked it.

But nothing could compare to the moment everyone started applauding John, even Saoirse wasn't expecting that. She tried to applaud the loudest, even knowing it was foolish and only succeeded in bruising her palms. She tried not to hate Madge Kendal, but failed miserably, again. At least she was grateful to her, for what she did for him. It was beautiful.

When they got to the London, Saoirse told Treves she would spend the night. He didn't seem very happy about it, but she explained she had a bad feeling and if at least Treves could stay over, she would go home feeling better.

The good doctor could see Saoirse did seem agitated. And since the doctor didn't want to spend hours talking about that boring play with an overexcited John, he allowed her to stay, as long as she promised him 'not to do anything stupid'. Of course Saoirse only gave Treves a sardonic smile, but it was enough.

To Saoirse's mortification,while they sat on his bed, John spent more than one hour commenting and describing details about the play, while Saoirse pretended she was interested with the "uhm-hums" and "ohs" on the right moments.

"You are not really into this, are you?" John asked. "Did you even pay attention to the play? Or anything I said, for that matter?"

He seemed annoyed. Well, he was bound to realize sometime she wasn't interested.

"I could barely see anything. I saw some guy dressed as a cat, it must have been hella hot, that costume. I don't know why we were given such a high and expensive box if we could have stayed on the front row. Rich people are so weird."

"Rich people are 'so weird'," he said, laughing, "Because they can pay to keep their privacy."

"Oh. So that's the reason why they spend a lot of money not to see the play? They could just stay home, 'keeping their privacy.'"