That twilight was the moment I realized I wasn’t alone in the cavernous theater.
To my left, I detected the scent of sweat along with the whisper sound of motion.
At the northern wall near the mirror was Adrianna.
Dressed in pristine white bloomers and camisole, her long thick hair hanging in a long braid to her waist, she took her evening exercise.
Stripped of her usual glamor, her simple garments seemed more intimate than the revealing, flesh-colored gown she had worn at dinner.
Adrianna seemed more human, more vulnerable, more easily seen.
Caught off balance with the unexpected yet again, I was embarrassed to see her like this while Adrianna was at ease.
She waved at me without missing a step in her ritual.
“I beg your pardon,” I said. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
“Your presence is hardly an intrusion, my darling Shepherd. I saw you when I came in. You can join me if you want. I prefer to finish before dinner.”
With her arms outstretched, Adrianna swooped low as she spoke, bringing her right shoulder down; the length of her arm reached for the floor before she completed her turn with a rounded kick of her left leg in the air above her head.
Then her arms floated to her sides, as she sidestepped across the floor with long strides and a casual undulation in her hips.
Suddenly, she lunged forward with her right leg crooked at the knee, her left leg long behind her, her back arched and head thrown back as she stretched her arms toward her back leg.
Breathing in deeply and sighing audibly, she held the pose for a moment. Then she swung her left leg forward and up, knee bent to her chest before lunging to her left side, her arms swinging beyond her head as she reached for the air beyond her grasp.
The dance was both elegant and peculiar in the silence that echoed through the theater.
“I think I prefer to watch.”
“As you like, dear Shepherd.”
Adrianna laughed without missing a beat.
Her voice breathier than usual as she transitioned to the next leg of her choreography, abruptly coming out of the side lunge to jump high, bringing her knees to her chest before her feet came down with a soft thump.
What was it about a woman who had grace?