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Story Title: Never been kissed under a bridge (this is the one)
Lucilla was worried she wouldn't make it to the Opera. She got off work later than usual. Daniel Matarazzo was going to sing and his voice, it was said, sounded like that of a thousand angels.
She put on her most elegant dress and off she went. She took a cab. Luckily, it was outside her house, as if sent there by the universe. When she entered, she told the driver where to go, and took her phone out of her purse.
She typed to Alan, the friend she was going with, to wait for her. She didn't notice the driver said something. She lifted her head and asked him what he said.
"Nothing, my dear. The opera's waiting."
"Um, excuse me, sir, how did you-"
"-know you were going to the Opera?" finished the driver her sentence. "Oh, Lucilla", said the man, and the car stopped abruptly. He turned around to face her, and a big, twisted smirk was on his face.
Lucilla, scared, tried to get out of the cab, but the doors were locked. Her heart started to beat faster.
"Oh, my dear, sweet Lucilla. You can't get out."
"How do you know my name!" screamed Lucilla. She grabbed the pocketknife she carried inside her purse and pointed it towards him.
"Put that down, Lucilla. You won't need it where you go." drawled the man. He came closer to Lucilla, while he whispered, "Shame, Matarazzo would've loved you."
Lucilla screamed as hard as her lungs allowed her. Then, everything went to black.