Chapter 498 - London (2/2)
Rowan was wearing a long Madeline Vionnet style evening gown in dark blue indigo tones with long sleeves to cover the scar on her shoulder. Wearing her low flat slippers as usual, her long raven hair was loose and hung across her back and shoulders.
Petunia went for a knee-high evening gown with a flouncy skirt. She looked lovely in the peach like colored dress, and her hair loose and wavy over her shoulders. At her side, Andrew looked handsome in his suit with a matching peach colored tie.
The waiter at the front opens the door for them as they step inside and hear the chatter inside. The room smells of cigar, laughter and loud chatter can be heard. Rowan wrinkles her nose knowing that non-smoking sections have not gone into effect yet. This was an era where cigarettes were considered to be s.e.xy and it was still widely believed that they helped you lose weight.
The host in a sharp tuxedo arches an eyebrow at seeing the youths before him. Rowan stares down her nose right back at him and says, ”A table for Rowan Prince and two guests, Petunia Evans and Andrew Abbott.”
The host stares down the list before saying, ”Indeed, right this way Miss.”
A waiter in a sharp white suit appears and takes them to respective seats, table one. The most coveted seat in the restaurant that could only be purchased for exorbitant amounts month in advance. And even then, one most have extreme political or powerful clout to gain said seat. But to shock of all those watching the three teens take the coveted table.
As expected of the proprietor, Grubers, there was a printed white card on the table with the words: Reservation, Rowan Prince. There was a personalized matchbox as well and a coin on the table to pay for their troubles in making the phone call. It was that a genuinely nice personal touch that would carry them all through the 70's until the restaurant was sold in the 80's.
Rowan instantly began to order lobster and a bunch of wonderful things. By the end of the meal they were all full. Though Rowan was a tad disappointed as despite being considered a high-class restaurant, it was a tad on the heavy side. Not that it was not enjoyable, but she did not think she could eat here more than two days in a row without severe heartburn.
Still, they happily made their way out of the restaurant into a waiting cab that was to take them to the Royal Opera. The London Royal Opera House is an exquisite building with gorgeous work and golden patterned decorations. They had tickets for the upper box balcony sections.
The Opera House was full of soft chatter until the red curtains with gold on them and royal crested insignia finally arose as the play began, it was Macbeth. The famous Shakespeare play reminded Rowan a little too much of her own circ.u.mstances. Ironically, she too was trying to overthrow someone not with the intention of becoming King though. But still, she understood how ambition in the end would most likely be the cause of untimely demise.
Especially the words of Lady Macbeth stuck a deep chord inside of her. ”Here's the smell of blood still. All the perfumes in Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.”
Rowan glanced down at her own hands as always in her nightmares she could still see the traces of blood on her hands. But much like the play's famous quote, ”What's done, is done,” and surely cannot be undone. And thus, it is best such thoughts be forgotten and be put swiftly out of mind, and out of sight.