A part of her still lingered in a dream of moonlit kisses. Something soft brushed her cheek, and she breathed deep, savoring the delicate scent of a fresh and sweet perfume. She opened her eyes, curious, and then sat bolt upright with a start. There was a perfect rose on her pillow. A white rose....
Her swollen face was iced for twenty minutes every hour. She felt sorry for creating so much work for the new maid, whose job it was to trek back and forth from the straw-and-sawdust-lined icehouse deep in the cellar. The ice and possets seemed to be doing the trick, though. The pain was down to ...