Hitting all the right notes.
That’s what romantic fiction is all about. How she feels when she looks at him. How he feels when he says her name. Sigh. It’s grand, isn’t it?
Yes. For certain it is grand. But, not always. There’s thorns among the roses as we well know.
Today though, I wanted to write about something special. Maybe it’s the end of Summer tugging at me. Maybe it’s Throwback Thursday. Or maybe there’s no reason at all. I just feel like writing about falling in love. Yes. I’m a hopeless romantic after all. God, there’s no help for me is there?
Soft lights.
The glow of pure wax candles was everywhere in the room. Mirrored sconces reflected the candle flames that cast a warm, golden glow to everything and everyone in the room.
It was elegance itself in a time when true elegance ruled…
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