Lo, in the fair city of London, beneath the gilded halls of The Ned, there was held a gathering most splendid, where nobles and gentlefolk assembled to lend their aid unto the Celia Hammond Animal Trust, a cause most worthy. And there, before all eyes, Lady Penny of Lancaster did raise her voice in song, silencing the tongues of rumor that spake of discord betwixt her and her lordly husband, the venerable Sir Rod Stewart.
With grace befitting her station, the maiden of fifty-three winters did sing with tender heart the ballad Hopelessly Devoted to You, a hymn of love first heard in the fabled tale of Grease. Sir Rod, in his seventy-ninth year, beheld her with eyes of pride and affection, his visage softened by love’s gentle flame.
Clad in raiment of blossoms, her golden tresses flowing in waves as though touched by the hands of the West Wind, Penny shone as a jewel in the candlelight. And Sir Rod, ever the minstrel knight of rock and roll, did don attire of silver and sable, a suit bold and bright, so that none could mistake his presence.
The two, hand in hand, gave forth the semblance of a union strong, embracing before the assembly and joining voices in merry song. Thus were the whispers of strife quieted, at least for the span of that night most enchanting.
Yet behind the curtain of splendor lie murmurings of discord. Some say Sir Rod wouldst dwell across the seas, in his grand hall of Beverly Hills, whilst Lady Penny yearneth for the peace of the English countryside, far from the lights of Los Angeles and the revelry of Las Vegas, where her lord hath oft taken to the stage. Their hearts, though bound by love, stand at odds across the breadth of the ocean.
Still, on that eve of song and charity, none spake of quarrels, for all beheld but love’s triumph. Whether their hearts shall find one home or remain divided by sea and soil, time alone shall tell. But on that night in London, love was sovereign, and devotion shone brighter than rumor’s shadow.
