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Authors: Marie Higgins
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removing her worries.
“December 20 th , 1848, was a lovely winter day; the day my brother married Lady Agnes.”
Andrew spoke like a true gentleman of the realm, like nobility ran through his blood, as if he had really been there. The tone of his voice hypnotized her and put her back in time.
He described the room and what everyone wore. Halle couldn’t believe how detailed he was. Men were usually not that way. When he talked of his family, emotion clogged his throat, and she could feel how much he loved them. Most of all, he described the wedding perfectly—just as it had been back in those days, which were different than the ceremonies now.
When he stopped, she wanted to hear more. It didn’t matter about what. His voice was so soothing. “Tell me, Andrew, what kind of meal was served?”
He took her hand and pulled her back to the bed where they both sat on the edge, facing each other. She stared into his dark eyes, not caring that he remained in the shadows. It was easier to believe he was twenty-nine years old this way.
When he mentioned rosemary shortcake and cucumber sandwiches, Halle’s heart soared. Men of her day didn’t know facts like this. Doubts of his story flew from her mind, and she couldn’t help but think of him as Lord Andrew.
“Now I want you to tell me what kind of flowers your mother…um, the duchess likes and their meanings.”
Chuckling, he rubbed her fingers. “These are easy questions, Halle. But if you insist.” He cleared his throat. “Yellow roses mean friendship and joy. Their bright sunny color gives one the feeling of happiness. White roses symbolize purity and innocence. Purple roses symbolize enchantment. Orange roses express desire and passion.” His voice deepened as he squeezed her hands. “And red roses have always been the symbol of love and romance. If one presents you with a red rose, it means they love you.”
“Wow.” Really, Halle couldn’t think of anything more to say at the moment. His knowledge truly impressed her. Guys of her time would definitely not know this.
“My mother,” he continued, “had a lovely flower garden. It was her pride and joy. When she was a little girl, her mother had a beautiful flower garden, but she and her family couldn’t afford to live there so they were kicked out and she lived with relatives. When she married my father, she decided then and there that she would always have a beautiful flower garden.” He was qui et for a few moments before adding softly, “I don’t know why I told you that. My mother would not have wanted anyone to know that about her past.”
“Thank you for telling me anyway. What was her favorite flower?”
“She liked purple roses.”
“Why?”
“That was her favorite color.”
“That’s m y favorite color, too,” she said softly. “Andrew? What is your favorite flower?”
A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I must admit, I’m particular to the purple rose too, but not because it’s my favorite color…but because it’s my mother’s favorite flower.”
Her heart warmed from his confession. Not many men would say that.
Once again, the room grew silent. She didn’t know what else to ask him. Still, it was hard for her to believe in time-travel, yet he was Lord Andrew in every way. She knew it with every fiber of her being. This incredible man was from the Victoria era. He continued stroking her arm. She didn’t flinch or pull away.
“What was it like back then?”
He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure I understand your question.”
“That’s okay, I’m not quite sure I know what to ask.”
“The people were far different back in 1848 than they are now, but problems were still the same. Every family had issues with their children. Every family had people who coveted their titles and lands. And most families had some kind of tragedy happen to them in their lifetime.”
Silence stretched between them for a few more moments before she asked in hushed tones,
“December 20 th , 1848, was a lovely winter day; the day my brother married Lady Agnes.”
Andrew spoke like a true gentleman of the realm, like nobility ran through his blood, as if he had really been there. The tone of his voice hypnotized her and put her back in time.
He described the room and what everyone wore. Halle couldn’t believe how detailed he was. Men were usually not that way. When he talked of his family, emotion clogged his throat, and she could feel how much he loved them. Most of all, he described the wedding perfectly—just as it had been back in those days, which were different than the ceremonies now.
When he stopped, she wanted to hear more. It didn’t matter about what. His voice was so soothing. “Tell me, Andrew, what kind of meal was served?”
He took her hand and pulled her back to the bed where they both sat on the edge, facing each other. She stared into his dark eyes, not caring that he remained in the shadows. It was easier to believe he was twenty-nine years old this way.
When he mentioned rosemary shortcake and cucumber sandwiches, Halle’s heart soared. Men of her day didn’t know facts like this. Doubts of his story flew from her mind, and she couldn’t help but think of him as Lord Andrew.
“Now I want you to tell me what kind of flowers your mother…um, the duchess likes and their meanings.”
Chuckling, he rubbed her fingers. “These are easy questions, Halle. But if you insist.” He cleared his throat. “Yellow roses mean friendship and joy. Their bright sunny color gives one the feeling of happiness. White roses symbolize purity and innocence. Purple roses symbolize enchantment. Orange roses express desire and passion.” His voice deepened as he squeezed her hands. “And red roses have always been the symbol of love and romance. If one presents you with a red rose, it means they love you.”
“Wow.” Really, Halle couldn’t think of anything more to say at the moment. His knowledge truly impressed her. Guys of her time would definitely not know this.
“My mother,” he continued, “had a lovely flower garden. It was her pride and joy. When she was a little girl, her mother had a beautiful flower garden, but she and her family couldn’t afford to live there so they were kicked out and she lived with relatives. When she married my father, she decided then and there that she would always have a beautiful flower garden.” He was qui et for a few moments before adding softly, “I don’t know why I told you that. My mother would not have wanted anyone to know that about her past.”
“Thank you for telling me anyway. What was her favorite flower?”
“She liked purple roses.”
“Why?”
“That was her favorite color.”
“That’s m y favorite color, too,” she said softly. “Andrew? What is your favorite flower?”
A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I must admit, I’m particular to the purple rose too, but not because it’s my favorite color…but because it’s my mother’s favorite flower.”
Her heart warmed from his confession. Not many men would say that.
Once again, the room grew silent. She didn’t know what else to ask him. Still, it was hard for her to believe in time-travel, yet he was Lord Andrew in every way. She knew it with every fiber of her being. This incredible man was from the Victoria era. He continued stroking her arm. She didn’t flinch or pull away.
“What was it like back then?”
He chuckled. “I’m not quite sure I understand your question.”
“That’s okay, I’m not quite sure I know what to ask.”
“The people were far different back in 1848 than they are now, but problems were still the same. Every family had issues with their children. Every family had people who coveted their titles and lands. And most families had some kind of tragedy happen to them in their lifetime.”
Silence stretched between them for a few more moments before she asked in hushed tones,
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