I am dressed in a silk gown as I wait by the window.
It has been four months
since Lucius began courting me, but I have always known that we will
end up together.
I do not mind- Lucius is always well-dressed,
polite, punctual….
Except today.
I bite my lip nervously; willing my hands not to twist a ringlet in anxiety.
And then he comes, tall and powerful, striding up the path, knocking at the font door.
"I apologize, my
lady, for being late. Here, if you will- a gift."
From behind his back,
he pulls a lovely Italian rose.
