While I was waiting tables, a very handsome man who was very well dressed, stopped me and gently held my arm still.
Her bed had a canopy over it and long trails of pale pink gossamer fabric hanging from the ceiling to form a private enclosure should she wish.
When it came time for Katya to open the presents, I was quite proud of the beautiful blanket that I had crocheted for her.
Sure, I enjoyed using them when we would have parties and sleepovers, but I had no need for anything other than my father and my mother and our beautiful and comfortable home.
There were times when she would crush the petals and place them in a small vial with oil and when I would take a bath, she would place a few drops in the warm water and soon I would smell as beautiful as she always did.