That's why dreamers are lonely.
~ Erma Bombeck
Tuesday, November 28th ~ Evening
The evening had been quite satisfactory so far. The new set of china was exactly what Narcissa had wanted to offset the darkness of the new drapes in the main dining room. She had eaten her dinner even slower than usual in order to study how each piece looked in relation to the other dishes on the table.
I think... new crystal. With the edges trimmed to match the light green on the china.
Her eyes were more concerned with the gleam of the lights on the dessert dishes than she was with what was contained in them and found herself with a larger serving of the confection than she normally allowed herself.
No dessert tomorrow, she decided as her fork split it open and the aroma of melted chocolate reached her nose.