It was about 12:00 o’ clock when Sisley had just finished her article “Three characteristics of the woman who has been named by The Times “Woman Of The Year”. An article she was really proud of and was just uploading her work on the platform she wrote for. One to empower woman.
Now she was ready, set for New Year’s Eve. She had planned to go to the English Theater’s costume ball. The entry was being dressed as an English character as a costume. She had arranged to go with her fiancée Boyce and she had spent hours the week before to get the perfect outfit for her.
Boyce would go as Mr. Bond. So her costume, of course, would be a Bond girl, but so far Boyce would not know which one and as the story goes he had agreed to meet her at the party. The phone rang. It was her fiance Boyce: “And everything, ready, set? Which Bond Girl will I meet tonight?” Sisley replying: “That’s going to be a surprise. “Well,” he said: “Than I’m excited if I will chat up the right Bond girl as I intend to spend the whole night with my Bond girl and I got a surprise, too.”
Sisley wondering: “Oh, Mr. Bond has a surprise and WHAT should THAT be?” Boyce: “Well, as far as I know, we are “On our majesties secret services” and I can keep a secret. So, I meet you there at the English Theater.” Sisley is giving him a smile through the phone. “Well, maybe you meet Trench, Sylvia Trench.” Boyce: “Oh, the one, James Bond mimicked his trademark name. Bond. James Bond. This was in “From Russia with love, wasn’t it?”
Sisley: “Oh, really, I didn’t know, that, she said it first. I need to get some things done here, honey, and I meet you at the St. James Bar at 8 pm?” Boyce: “Sounds good, I’m excited in which Bond movie we actually are tonight.” He laughs and blows a kiss through the phone. Sisley speaks on the phone: “I love you, Boyce. See you.” Sisley puts down the phone and feeds her cat, Makadi, a British blue, who loves winding around Sisley’s legs while Sisley is standing at the phone.
8:30 pm Sisley walks through the St James Bar doors in tight black leather trousers, white blouse, a black Blazer in a costume cut style and a black hat. The place is already crowded and a handsome guy in a dark suit is sitting at the bar. Yes, it’s Boyce in his James Bond Outfit, looking really good. Sisley walks up towards the bar and takes the seat next to him. He looks over flashing only gaze with a silent smile. Sisley orders a Martini on ice and lemon. He is drinking a non-Bond signature drink, a Bourbon.
Sisley is starting the conversation: “Is Mr. Bond waiting for someone in particular or on any of his missions?” Boyce: “Who do I have the pleasure with?” “Teresa di Vicenzo, I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Bond.” Boyce replies: “I’m on my Majesty’s secret services. Teresa, Contessa Teresa di Vicenzo? I’m pleased to meet you too. I was given this to you.” He hands over an envelope with Teresa’s nickname, Tracy, written on it. “Many thanks, Mr. Bond.” She zips on her Martini and opens the letter with two tickets to London with the first flight on New Year’s day. She looks at Bond then saying:” The pleasure is mine, so we have a long night ahead, I hope it’s worth it.” Boyce (as Bond): ” I know a comfortable place to go to with an amazing view to spend some quality time and I’m sure it’s well worth it.” He flashes his charming smile at her and she follows him through the bar outside to his car.
At midnight she finds herself in the pool at the Steigenberger’s Airport Hotel on the 21st floor. Her arms around Boyce’s neck. He holds her hands around her waist. Five seconds before twelve o o’clock they cheer their champagne glasses, they look out of the huge glass front where a breathtaking firework lightens up the sky in all colors. Green, red, golden, a million stars are sparkling at the sky. They look at each other and share a long kiss before they take off in the morning.