“OH MY GOD, SARAH,” Sarah flinched slighty at Agnes’ high-pitched squeal just outside her cubicle.
“I know! Aren’t they amazing!?” Sarah spun around in her chair to enjoy Agnes’ praise of the beautiful dozen roses sprouting up over the top of her cubicle.
“What?” Agnes looked surprised for a moment, her eyes flitted to the roses, then back to Sarah. “Screw the roses! Why aren’t you checking your phone?? Come on!!” The mid-50s woman scrambled into Sarah’s cubicle with surprising speed and grabbed her hand to lead her out again.
“My phone?” Sarah had a moment to glance at her phone as Agnes led her off. She had over 100 notifications from text messages and other social media apps; she tended to keep her phone silent before lunch. Agnes pulled Sarah into the break room, and found most of her coworkers gathered around the TV. They did turn when Sarah walked in and began applauding and laughing; Sarah felt like she triggered a surprise party. She almost wondered if her husband had anything to do with it; but, he already sent the roses for their anniversary. And there was a special date planned that night; a surprise party at work wouldn’t make sense.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“You’re famous!” Agnes said, she reached up a long, spindly arm to raise the volume on the TV. A news reporter was speaking with a picture of an old ragged book floating next to him.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m told that several major studios are already bidding for the rights to William Shakespeare’s long lost play. Mrs. Sarah Kline, if you’re watching this, please get in touch with us. We’ve been trying to reach you all morning.”
“SHE’S RIGHT HERE!’ Lou yelled from the back and the crowd of coworkers burst into laughter.
“Me? Why me?” Sarah asked over the ruckus, and it died down.
“Alright, back to work,” Agnes shooed the still chuckling employees out of the breakroom, but she gestured at Sarah to wait.
“Did he say, William Shakespeare?” Sarah asked once they were alone. Agnes sat down and encouraged Sarah to do the same; she did.
“To sum it up…,” Agnes nodded at Sarah’s question. “…someone found a lost Shakespeare play. It’s already been verified and all that stuff that they check,” she said. “It’s real and, it mentions you a lot.”
“So it has a character named Sarah? It’s a pretty common na-,” Before Sarah finished her dismissal, Agnes shook her head.
“Not a character named Sarah. A character named Sarah Kline, the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Okay…,” Sarah tilted her head in confusion.
“But, that’s not even the weird part,” Agnes said.
“Then what is?”
“He doesn’t just talk about you, he talks about the world today. There are cellphones and TVs in his play! I’ve been following the story all morning; a lot of people online agree that this new play feels like a modern-day romantic comedy. There’s an airport scene!” Agnes giggled.
“What’s it about?”
“Sarah Kline, the most beautiful woman in the world,” Agnes replied with a shrug. “And I guess your dating adventures? It ends with you getting married.”
“We now have an artist’s interpretation of Mrs. Sarah Kline from Shakespeare’s lost play.” Sarah ignored the news anchor while she talked to Agnes, but that caught her attention. She looked up to see a beautiful portrait of herself floating next to the news anchor. Not that her dark hair ever looked that good, nor her eyes quite that blue. “Meet William Shakespeare’s most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Told you it was you,” Agnes said. She patted Sarah on the shoulder. “Alright rich girl. If you’re gonna stay, get back to work,” she said in her friendly, no talkback tone. Sarah returned to her cubicle with a dozen questions in her mind. She avoided calls for the rest of the day, finished her work, then headed home. Despite the surprising day, she was still looking forward to celebrating her anniversary more than anything. She planned to deal with her sudden fame tomorrow, but did not plan on seeing a large crowd outside her house. Instead of slowing down, she kept driving right past.
She drove out of the neighborhood and into a convenience store parking lot, then pulled her phone out.
“Hey babe,” Sarah replied as soon as her husband answered. “Can you do something about the crowd outfront? It’s too much for me to deal with today; I just want to get home to you and cuddle and have some pizza. Yeah, I’m at the corner store.” Sarah hung up the phone and released a guilty, pleasant sigh. She tried not to abuse her husband’s abilities too often, but she felt like today was excused after her day. She blinked.
When Sarah opened her eyes she was sitting on her couch in her robe. She was reclined with a warm pizza box on her lap and her husband standing behind her rubbing her shoulders.
“OOooohhh thank you…,” she sighed and melted into his touch. “Happy anniversary love,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” he said from behind her.
“For what?” she asked. She reached up to grab his hand; she pulled him off her shoulders and over the couch; he cuddled up next to her.
“I wanted to give you a special gift for today, but I didn’t exactly think it through,” he said sheepishly.
“Honey, the flowers were gorgeous. I loved them.”
“Not the flowers,” he said.
“Then wha-,” Sarah interrupted her own question. She sat up and looked into her husband’s eyes, then smacked her own forehead.
“I didn’t even know that was you!” she said. “That was super sweet, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of fame,” she said. He nodded.
“I fixed it,” he said. “No more lost play; it never happened. But, you’re still the most beautiful woman in my world.”