They say a woman’s wedding day should be the “happiest day of her life”…
He wants to hold her
She wants to be held
They want different things.
She dressed with painstaking care because this evening he might propose. She hoped he would – had been hoping for some months now. So she was ready well before time, waiting by the window in her thin coat and re-heeled shoes, scanning the rain-swept road for his headlights. He drew up at one minute past seven… Continue reading In the Blue Light of the Belvedere Hotel