She was beautiful – he was sure there were few red blooded men who would argue that point, petite, blonde, doe eyed and a cupids bow that curled with her light smile. She looked like sunshine, like she didn’t belong in a dusky drawing room, but outside in sunlight, amidst living growing things – her airy manner needed an airy setting. He would like to see her somewhere like that.
He smiled warmly, ’I might be starting to gain an appreciation for beautiful things’, and then realising just how cheesy that line might have sounded he dropped his gaze to her hands, watching her play. ’You are certainly better at it than I am.’
He smiled warmly, ’I might be starting to gain an appreciation for beautiful things’, and then realising just how cheesy that line might have sounded he dropped his gaze to her hands, watching her play. ’You are certainly better at it than I am.’
@"Hope Crawford"
Lady is a star