Nicolette Vauquelin Posted June 9, 2017 Share Posted June 9, 2017 Nicolette stepped back from the door after she'd knocked, her eyes falling to the forgotten flowerpot. The pot now wore a crystalline snow cap, beneath of which she imagined bulbs nestled up tight in icy earth. Waiting waiting for the early hints of spring to rouse them... hyacinths perhaps, or perhaps jonquils, who knew what beautiful blossom might burst forth. Drawing her attention back to the door, she adjusted her basket and stepped forward to knock again. Hoping hoping that Lord Daventry was in. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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