et better once the show began？
The lights dimmed and one of the toddlers next to her started shrieking。 Jenny tried not to be frustrated； but this was supposed to be their big night out in New York； and suddenly it didn’t feel romantic or magical at all。 It felt like a field trip gone wrong。
Nate leaned back in the plush velvet chair。 He’d been baked every other time he saw The Nutcracker。 Maybe it would be really cool sober。
Or maybe not。
Nate smiled as the giant tree grew out of the slick black stage of the New York State Theatre。 That used to be Blair’s favorite scene。 After that； she’d get antsy and the