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confirming that he was the right person.  He’d not like that at all.  Well, she understood that he didn’t like the idea of her going out on a blind date in the first place, but she ignored that and tried to warm up to the man.
     
    She couldn’t tell how tall he was since he was in the car, but he had a nice enough face, in a soft kind of way.  He had a hairline that was almost to the middle of his head and soft blue eyes.  He definitely wasn’t Max, but then, who was? 
     
    Tara stopped that thought process.  Max was interested only in her business skills.  She was not going to let her infatuation with the man linger any longer, hence the blind date.  Besides, Max needed to find his future queen she reminded herself .  That fact definitely ruled her out of his future.  That thought brought to mind the woman he was with and that he was probably having a wonderful time with the blond nemesis so she needed to concentrate and have a nice evening herself.
     
    “ What are we going to do tonight ?” she asked, trying to get into the spirit of the evening. 
     
    He didn’t notice her apparent lack of interest.  “I have tickets to the opera tonight.  I love the opera.  Do you?”
     
    Tara hated the opera.  “That sounds lovely,” she lied. 
     
    “Great.  Let’s get going then,” he said and pulled the car into the stream of heavy evening traffic. 
     
    Tara was starving.  When she’d originally spoken to him on the phone earlier in the week, he had mentioned taking her out to dinner.  In fact, he had gone into great detail about a wonderful restaurant he wanted to take her to which he had just discovered.  So Tara hadn’t eaten anything, assuming that they would be going out for dinner. 
     
    She watched as the lights of the city passed by and wondered if she should say something to him.  Could he have forgotten the whole conversation?  Or were they going to eat at the theatre ?   She had never been to this particular theatre so she wasn’t sure if there was a restaurant within the building as well.  She certainly hoped so.
     
    He parked the car and Tara followed him through the crowd heading for the entrance.  Obviously, she was not going to get any dinner, she grimaced.  Apparently, they would arrive just in time for the performance.
     
    They were seated at the end of the row in the middle of the opera house and the seats, although not the best, were fine and they had an adequate view of the stage .  She could see most of the opera and only parts were behind the curtain on this side. 
     
    What Jeffrey had failed to mention was that this was a Chinese opera.  That meant very slow movements and dissonant tones.  By the time intermission was called, Tara had a headache that was so intense, she thought she was going to be ill. 
     
    When he just made room for the other patrons to get out of their chairs, indicating that he wasn’t planning on going out to the lobby for intermission, Tara couldn’t hold her tongue anymore.  “I’m sorry, Jeffrey but I need to get something.  I’ll be back in a moment,” and she slipped out of the chair and into the wide open space of the lobby.  She didn’t explain that she needed to find something to eat.  It would be just her luck that he would follow her and bore her with some inane conversation.  It was better that she just go and find something to eat as quickly as possible. 
     
    Tara stood in the line for concessions but was frustrated when they only had champagne and candy.  Why in the world would they not have anything else?  She bought some candy and ate it as quickly as possible, then found a water fountain to wash it down.  Downing a glass of champagne with so little in her stomach would be a bad thing, she knew.  After the water and candy, s he felt moderately better, but really didn’t want to go back into the opera to see the second half.  She considered the consequences to just hailing a cab and leaving the