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Authors: Deborah R. Brandon
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mass of tumbling curls cascading over her shoulders and down her back.
Purple was one of the colors of royalty. Gold is a precious resource. She looked at both as professional, beautiful, and fun loving. Taking one last glance at herself in the mirror, she gave herself the okay to like herself and who she was becoming.
She joined Nicole and Claire in the hallway and they made their way downstairs. The Favero family was gathering for breakfast. Everyone exchanged greets.
Antonio stood and kissed the side of her face, then moved to pull her chair out for her, as his brothers did likewise for Nicole and Claire.
Renee smiled and inhaled his intoxicating scent.
“You look very beautiful this morning, “Antonio said.
She had walked in and stopped his heart for a moment. Then remembering that beating and pumping was a necessary activity, it kicked started like wild Arabian horses running in the wind. Her hair was floating behind her in a sea of cascading curls, her creamy rich medium brown skin was glowing, and a genuine smile that displayed her pearly white even teeth. A part of him had wished that he had been the reason she was smiling like that.
“Thank you,” Renee said. “You’re taking the whole day?” she asked.
“I’m not going into the office today, but there are a few things that will have to be handled from here,” Antonio responded. Do you not approve of my attire?”
“You look fine Antonio, but yes that is what prompted my question,” she said as her eyes quickly scanned over his fitted blue t-shirt and blue jean clad thighs. Antonio was like a tall glass of water, refreshing. His five foot eleven inch frame, lean muscular frame, well defined features all packed a powerful punch. It was like God sat down and said I am going to make Antonio Favero today, and just took his time. He had no physical imperfection what so ever. She knew from her personal exploration of his tanned body as they had made love over and over in Emerald Grove.
Renee shook her head from side to side to clear it. He was getting under her skin again without even trying.
She greeted Rosalie when she came over to their side. Who in turn smiled and nodded.
Belgian waffles with warmed maple syrup and melted butter, pork sausage links, scrambles eggs, fresh cut fruit, orange juice and coffee with milk were being served.
Stefano said grace and everyone began to start to eat. Halfway through the meal, Antonio informed her that his grandparents were coming to dinner and she would need to get with Rosalie to coordinate dinner.
“Sure,” Renee said. “Do your grandparents have a favorite meal?”
“He loves at good steak paired with an excellent wine. He will say that the sides were just window dressing,” Antonio supplied.
“I will speak with Rosalie after breakfast to arrange a menu and check supplies,” Renee responded.
The rest of breakfast went by smoothly, with light conversing and easy banter. Antonio excused himself and went into his office to make a few phone calls and check his email. As time neared for the interview Renee started to feel a little more nervous coupled with anxiety. Renee decided to calm her nerves by taking a walk through Maria’s flower garden.
In every story there was more than one version, it all depends on your perspective on a given issue. It’s harder than people think it is to lay yourself bare for other people; and the world could be so cruel. Some people had already made up their mind about her. Some still had no clue as to who she was and why her story was even making news. Hopefully, after this interview people would know her better, hopefully understand her. Renee leaned in and inhaled the fragrance of a red rose and smiled as she did so. A camera flash went off alerting her that she was no longer alone.
She straightens and walks toward the patio entrance were Rosalie and Lisa Monroe and the photographer were standing.
After introductions were made they sat down on the patio
Purple was one of the colors of royalty. Gold is a precious resource. She looked at both as professional, beautiful, and fun loving. Taking one last glance at herself in the mirror, she gave herself the okay to like herself and who she was becoming.
She joined Nicole and Claire in the hallway and they made their way downstairs. The Favero family was gathering for breakfast. Everyone exchanged greets.
Antonio stood and kissed the side of her face, then moved to pull her chair out for her, as his brothers did likewise for Nicole and Claire.
Renee smiled and inhaled his intoxicating scent.
“You look very beautiful this morning, “Antonio said.
She had walked in and stopped his heart for a moment. Then remembering that beating and pumping was a necessary activity, it kicked started like wild Arabian horses running in the wind. Her hair was floating behind her in a sea of cascading curls, her creamy rich medium brown skin was glowing, and a genuine smile that displayed her pearly white even teeth. A part of him had wished that he had been the reason she was smiling like that.
“Thank you,” Renee said. “You’re taking the whole day?” she asked.
“I’m not going into the office today, but there are a few things that will have to be handled from here,” Antonio responded. Do you not approve of my attire?”
“You look fine Antonio, but yes that is what prompted my question,” she said as her eyes quickly scanned over his fitted blue t-shirt and blue jean clad thighs. Antonio was like a tall glass of water, refreshing. His five foot eleven inch frame, lean muscular frame, well defined features all packed a powerful punch. It was like God sat down and said I am going to make Antonio Favero today, and just took his time. He had no physical imperfection what so ever. She knew from her personal exploration of his tanned body as they had made love over and over in Emerald Grove.
Renee shook her head from side to side to clear it. He was getting under her skin again without even trying.
She greeted Rosalie when she came over to their side. Who in turn smiled and nodded.
Belgian waffles with warmed maple syrup and melted butter, pork sausage links, scrambles eggs, fresh cut fruit, orange juice and coffee with milk were being served.
Stefano said grace and everyone began to start to eat. Halfway through the meal, Antonio informed her that his grandparents were coming to dinner and she would need to get with Rosalie to coordinate dinner.
“Sure,” Renee said. “Do your grandparents have a favorite meal?”
“He loves at good steak paired with an excellent wine. He will say that the sides were just window dressing,” Antonio supplied.
“I will speak with Rosalie after breakfast to arrange a menu and check supplies,” Renee responded.
The rest of breakfast went by smoothly, with light conversing and easy banter. Antonio excused himself and went into his office to make a few phone calls and check his email. As time neared for the interview Renee started to feel a little more nervous coupled with anxiety. Renee decided to calm her nerves by taking a walk through Maria’s flower garden.
In every story there was more than one version, it all depends on your perspective on a given issue. It’s harder than people think it is to lay yourself bare for other people; and the world could be so cruel. Some people had already made up their mind about her. Some still had no clue as to who she was and why her story was even making news. Hopefully, after this interview people would know her better, hopefully understand her. Renee leaned in and inhaled the fragrance of a red rose and smiled as she did so. A camera flash went off alerting her that she was no longer alone.
She straightens and walks toward the patio entrance were Rosalie and Lisa Monroe and the photographer were standing.
After introductions were made they sat down on the patio
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