“Vin, you have got to be kidding me.”

Soft chuckles passed her fingertips that she had brought up to her lips. Callie looked on in awe of the theater, of the stage, and their view from the private box that Vin had rented for them.

“Whatever do you mean?” he replied, a coy smile nothing short of scheming graced his lips. “I rented a box for us so that you may see the performance with the best view. Don’t you agree?”

She hummed as she nodded her head in agreement, brushing her fingertips over the soft velvet of the chairs.

“You’re very much like the phantom in The Phantom of...