Oh please, no one will think we’re a couple. No one we care about thinking the opposite, anyway. Those who “know” will know. And I promise that I will approach this “re”-introduction to Queen Bee with an open mind. I am not trying to be difficult regarding him. Not on purpose. Does he know how upset he left you all those years ago? I will feel better knowing you’ve been honest with him about it.

I’m pleased conspire with you to have him join, at any rate! History aside, it will be great fun. It’s a beautiful production, filled with plenty of charms that promise intellectual and emotional stimulation (among other things). Though in London now we are still at our heart a Russian production, you know how we love to celebrate the beautiful lines of human forms. I shall tell Damien we are to dedicate our last pas de deux to the both of you. He will be ecstatic and liable to throw me up in the air much higher now (he won’t want to look lazy, knowing you’re in the audience). I’ll try and not get lost in the precise hue of Queen Bee’s light grey eyes. Really darling have you considered writing poetry? You were just three syllables off a sonnet in your description.

And please don’t worry about bringing anything besides your dazzling selves! But I like all those things

Oh goodness gracious. I can’t commit any energy to a more creative name than X when he is no longer a part of any equation for me. Perhaps if he makes an appearance again in the future, I will bother with something more clever. As for the tricks I played, a simple confoundus with a bit of physical misdirection is an effective, almost lethal combination. The theater is so romantic by its nature, as well. Although, is Q.B. afraid of heights or tight spaces? I know you’ll throw yourself into any number of harrowing situations, but I would hate to frighten him too much. (Again, I promise you I’ll be on my best behavior.)

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