The White Opera

In a world that’s falling apart, Lillia Jane seeks to find the light. Dancing is her soul and passion, but it isn’t always the answer to her problems. She witnessed the murder of her best friend Sophie and won’t be forgetting the feeling of isolation any time soon. Lillia’s parents have moved to Queensland for the summer so now it’s just her and her older brother Brian, as they embark on an amazing adventure through Sydney Australia.


24. The Perfect Dinner


I spend the whole next day with my family. Mum and dad have been filling us in on what’s been happening back home and we have been telling them all about our 2 week adventures in Sydney. They have both now met Lucas and think (to my delight) that he is a wonderful boy!

Lucas disappeared around lunch time, which gave me time to practise my routine for the performance tomorrow.
It was at 6:00 pm when Lucas rang me, “Hey Lil, I’m coming to pick you up in 10, no questions, just get in a dress.” then he hangs up.

I change into a dress mum bought for me from Queensland, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion.  I also haven’t washed my hair in two days so instead of keeping it out, I whip up a quick side braid. When Lucas knocks on my room door wearing nice top and denim jeans, I realise that we have never been on a proper date. “You look beautiful!” his eyes are wide, like he is looking at a bright Christmas tree for the first time, “Just like a princess.” he takes my hand and leads me down to his car, my eco rocketing sky high.

“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise! If I tell you then you won’t be able to appreciate it.”

He pulls up by the park and stands behind me with his hands over my eyes when we get out of the car, “You can’t look until we get there.” Lucas steers me through the night until we get to the very centre of the park, where all of the pathways meet in a big circle, he takes his hands away from my eyes and steps to the side to see my reaction.

A small table for two is arranged with a red rose in the middle. The fine cutlery is positioned neatly beside the china plates. Fairy lights are draped around the frame of the table which is covered by a white table cloth. I shed a tear of happiness, if I could choose someone in the world who makes me feel the happiest, it would be Lucas.

“Do you like it?” he asks me nervously, “I don’t usually do this for girls by the way.”
“Lucas this is the best thing anyone has ever done for me!” I jump on him and hug him tightly, he holds me there in his arms. I wish I could just stop this moment in time and preserve the memory. Lucas puts me back down and cups my face in his hands, making me look into his eyes, “Lillia, this is the best time to tell you that I love you.” I nod because the words in my mouth refuse to come out, but I push on, just for Lucas, “I love you too.” And our mouths meet, gentle and passionate.

We both take a seat, “Sorry I didn’t prepare any dinner, but I ordered pizza!” he puts a slice on my plate, it is so imperfectly perfect that I laugh.
“It’s not good enough is it?” he looks disappointed, “I wanted to make this perfect.”
“I love it, there is nothing I would change about this night, even the pizza on china plates.” I laugh again, this time, Lucas joins in.
“Feel free to use your hands. I suck at cutting pizza with a knife and fork.” Everything was going perfectly until my phone buzzes in my pocket, “It’s from my mum, she wants me back now.”
“Okay. I’ll give you another lift.”
“Thanks.” I say weakly, I wanted this night to last forever but now I feel like Cinderella rushing from the ball before midnight. At least I don’t have to ride in a pumpkin, and I have both my shoes on, so I guess it’s alright.
I say goodnight to Lucas from my hotel door and sneak in a kiss while my parents aren’t looking. When I get into bed, I wish that I would fall asleep so that I can get a good night’s rest for tomorrow, but my head is rushing with memories of the night’s events.

Lucas has found the best in me and brought it out for everyone to see. I am no longer sad and depressed. I have started fresh, like a layer of bark peeling off of a tree trunk, leaving only new skin. Maybe Sophie was the best thing that happened to me in an odd way.

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