Her phone flashed, the ringtone overshadowed by the uproarious applause. She recognized Giovanni’s agent’s number and lifted it to her ear. “Jerry, hi. Were you able to get the extra two nights comped?”
As Giovanni’s manager, she negotiated all of his travel and orchestrated his social media presence. Sometimes, she worked more hours than her husband, but his career established hers, and it was wonderful to serve a purpose and do something she was actually passionate about. Being a self-made career woman empowered her in many ways, and she was no longer limited by lack of opportunity.
Every day she had a choice. She chose how to live and she chose to be happy. Being married to a comedian helped a lot, as he always gave her plenty of reasons to smile.
The crowd laughed and roared at something Giovanni had said. His comedy had changed from vulgar stories about chasing tail to relatable anecdotes about family and everyday life. People loved his clean humor and in a very short time, he had become a household name.
Strangers got him—his sweetness, his sensitivity, how humble he was. But she got his heart.
And she never regretted giving him hers, because he cherished her in a way that made her feel safe and secure. With Giovanni, she had nothing to fear. He was her anchor, her hero, her warmth in the cold. She loved him with all of her being, as completely as the stars loved the sky, because he loved her the same and more, never missing a day in between.
THE END