The first time I laid my eyes on her, she was scattering this multi-colored confetti from the bowl into the air and pirouetting with the girls, encouraging them to do the same. This was her way of revivifying them right before their performance on stage. Her face exuded exceptional radiance which could brighten up even the darkest corners of a room. She was wearing this red sheath dress, accentuating her waist and her burgundy colored hair loosely tied at the back, forcing her to tuck a few strands of hair behind the ear every now and then. Her big, kohl smudged eyes looked like a vast ocean you’d want to dive in. Ever so effervescent she was with a child-like enthusiasm. I couldn’t believe I was checking her out, literally. And in that moment, I knew I could fall in love again. I could experience the joy of life again. The whole idea of being in love all over again made me smile and my heart flutter. She was my daughter’s new Ballet teacher and for the first time in 2 years since my wife’s death, I felt alive again.
It was then that I made up my mind to invite her for the Christmas dinner I was planning with my daughter.