The scent of her beauty draws me to her place

Bertram smiled faintly as he watched Beth at work. She would struggle to find just the right words. Her hair had fallen free of the pins and her glasses were slipping down her nose. To his eyes, she was beautiful.

He stepped into the room and set the small boquet down on the desk. “For you,” he said, his voice soft.

She looked up from her writing. Smiling, she plucked the card out of the flowers. Her smile grew as she read it to herself. She set the card aside and turned back to her work. Now, all the more beautiful, because the smile didn’t fade.


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