Once upon a time not so long ago, two strangers met online.
A date soon followed.
As if to bless the occasion the night skies rained down streams of fireworks in celebration of Mardi Gras.
Moira sizzled. Wavy hair the color of New Orleans sunsets framed her porcelain perfect face, while cat-like eyes the color of emeralds bore holes through an onlooker’s soul.
Hovering protectively nearby, a hand cupping her elbow was Jeff, looking every inch Superman’s alter-ego, Clark Kent.
Fairy tales do happen “when you wish upon a star.”
It did for this lady-of-the-night and her financier, knight-in-shining-armor.