It was a warm night in June. The
school dance took place on the back patio and lawn near the cafeteria. Charlotte
parked her car, opened the door and got out carefully. Still a bit wobbly on
the high heels Kitty had insisted she buy, she picked up her linen jacket and
smoothed down the skirt of her dark teal silk dress. The skirt was full, but
hung softly about her body, perfect for dancing, Callie had pointed out.
She grabbed the small white satin purse, locked her car
and proceeded slowly to the venue. Music greeted her as she picked her way up
the uneven path. A gentle breeze swayed the leafy trees shading the path. She
inhaled the scents of spring.
“Spring might be my favorite season,” she mumbled to
herself.
“Charlotte! There you are!” It was her brother, Corey,
and his fiancee, Kitty. He grabbed her elbow and ushered her onto the dance
floor. After pushing her brother away, she took a step back and gazed across
the room.
Soft colored lights gave off a romantic glow. The music
was soft and slow. Most of the dancing figures appeared in shadows. She raised
her gaze to the other side of the dance floor and caught her breath. Standing
alone by the punch bowl was Professor Mark Garrett. He looked tall, lean, and
cool wearing a dark suit and a striped tie.
Her hands trembled and a zing shot through her body. Was
he not the most handsome man in the room? Charlotte didn’t know because when he
turned his head and made eye contact with her, the rest of the people in the
room seemed to disappear.
That's all for today. Thanks for stopping by.
Love the way she teeters on her heels. My daughter can wear those things all day and never waver once, but me, when I could wear them, I resembled Bambi on ice. Adore the way everyone seems to disappear when he looks at her. Great scene.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely scene. You draw us right into her romantic feelings. He's definitely the only man in the room!
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