Even before he spoke she could feel him stood behind her and then turned to gaze into his still beautiful blue eyes, although now they seemed a little cloudier than she recalled and his hair although as thick as ever was not quite grey. He also seemed smaller somehow, not the large powerful man who had wrapped his arms around her.
She had organised everything to perfection for this special night, and invitations had been delivered to residents whom she had chosen with care from the village she had once resided 20 years ago. The grand opening of her new country hotel was now ready. She had chosen the place she wanted to buy with utmost care. She wanted an atmosphere of warmth and comfort, but one also of inconspicuous luxury, so that the clients would never realise how much work and money had gone into creating such a wonderful and comforting place. The Lady’s rest room was decorated with delicate peach and white blooms. Each window ledge of which there were 3, had fresh scented bouquets of fresh peach roses and gypsy, placed in delicate cut glass vases. There was a full length mirror and 3 smaller mirrors, which reflected off each other so that when you sat down to paint you lips or brush your hair you could see yourself from all angles.
The 3 lounges also had delicately fresh flowers scattered around as if in no particular order, yet the effect was one of home, and the three log fires which burned in each room made it feel cosy and warm. The aroma of good country cooking hung teasingly in the air, and with the laughter and chatter of over 250 people, everything was just right and just w it should be and just how Charlotte had imagined it to be. She introduced herself as she walked from table to table, checking that the waiters were refilling empty glasses and clearing away the dirty ashtrays.
She knew it sould not be long before word go round to the oulder gentleman in the far lounge who the owner and hostess of this beautiful country home belonged to. However as much as she tried to remain calm her heart missed a beat at the throught of going into that particular lounge. She knew of course she would have to, but still delayed the moments with idle chatter with her guests in other rooms.
The moment arrived. Even before he spoke she could feel him stood behind her and then turned to gaze into his still beautiful blue eyes, although now they seemed a little cloudier than she recalled and his hair although as thick as ever was not quite grey. He also seemed smaller somehow, not the large powerful man who had wrapped his arms around her. Not the man who had promised as long as they were together that everything would be alright. But still he had that magentic aura around him.
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