He came calling the very next day. Olivia answered the door.
“Good afternoon, Madam.” He said with a small bow. She blushed a little. “I am here to see Miss Catherine.”
“She is out.” Olivia said. “I’m terribly sorry.”
“Ah.” He rocked back on his heels, “Then I suppose these are for you.” He presented a small bouquet of exquisitely arranged summer blossoms. He was not handsome. Shortish, and rather dumpy but elegantly dressed with impeccable manners. The mustache Catherine had deemed “ghastly” had a certain grandness to it, lending him an almost sympathetic respectability. Olivia fell in love at once.


~ by ifindthisamusing on August 17, 2008.

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