Subj: Together We Stand-sequel part 12
Date: 7/10/00 1:32:02 AM Central Daylight Time
From: Julianka
Julia and Roger had just been seated at their table. "Very elegant." commented Julia taking note of the opulent dining room. The table was set with crystal, silver and china on a fine linen cloth. In a crystal vase four roses scented the air with their perfume. Looking around she noticed theirs was the only table so graced.
With an lifted brow Roger asked, "Do you know the language of roses?"
"No, tell me, Roger." she replied.
A waiter approached the table with a silver ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne. After he served the wine, he placed a single red rose on Julia plate and departed.
Julia picked up the rose and breathed it's sweet aroma. Smiling she said, "Tell me, Roger."
Taking her hand he said, "The pink rose represents admiration. The dark red beauty. The coral desire. And the red passion."
"And this rose?" said Juila brushing it's velvet smoothness against her cheek.
"A single red rose says 'I love you'." he said kissing her hand.
Julia blushed under Roger's steady reguard. She had never been courted in this manner before. Oh, other men had pursued her, but not with such a heady mix of gallantry and romance.
Gazing deeply into her eyes Roger murmured, "She walks in beauty, like the night, Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meeting her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies."
His eyes held a promise that this was just a beginning. The dinner passed quickly and soon they were at the theather. Roger had reserved the best box there. Of the four seats, theirs were the only ones occupied.
Roger said, "I didn't want others to ruin our enjoyment of the play."
The lights dimmed and the play began. Julia shivered and Roger put his arm around her shoulders. Moving a little closer to him Julia felt warmer. Roger whispered in her ear, "I am so happy to be spending this evening with you, my dear."
Happily Julia answered, "As am I."
After the play, when Julia was back at Collinwood in her bed, she reflected on the evening. Roger had taken care to see to her every comfort. Always near her, touching her arm, holding her hand. Tenderly kissing her good-night at her door. Julia had never felt so pretty in her life. But in the reflection of Roger's reguard she felt beautiful. Hugging her pillow, she drifted to sleep thinking of Roger.
To be continued.....