It was just meant to be afternoon tea, a pot of earl-grey and scones.
So why did Nancy feel so excited to meet him?
Patrick saw her first, her green dress that matched her green eyes, smart, but not too fancy for afternoon tea. He approached her and sat down, his heart leapt. Her saw her face flush, was she expecting this? he wondered.
They chatted, the café emptied and the evening beckoned.
'Nancy, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?' there he had said it.
'Yes', she replied gazing into his eyes.
So why did Nancy feel so excited to meet him?
Patrick saw her first, her green dress that matched her green eyes, smart, but not too fancy for afternoon tea. He approached her and sat down, his heart leapt. Her saw her face flush, was she expecting this? he wondered.
They chatted, the café emptied and the evening beckoned.
'Nancy, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?' there he had said it.
'Yes', she replied gazing into his eyes.
