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"Thanks be to" Dora muttered before her voice stuck in her throat
Mamaw opened the door to Carson’s roo the space, she saw Ma at the beloved priceless antique, speechless
"The vanity is yours, Dora"
Dora walked slowly to the vanity, her hand reaching out to delicately trace the elaborate curves of the brass mirror
"Oh, Mamaw," Dora said breathlessly "How did you kno rands"
Dora turned to face her "But ill you use?"
"Oh, child, at lanced at Lucille, who stood by the door beaive rin widened "Too late now, anyway!"
Ma to Dora, she took her hands "My dear girl, you’ve worked so hard to rediscover how very beautiful you are, inside as well as out I hope you’ll look in this mirror every day and see that beauty reflected" She squeezed Dora’s hands "You hear?"
Tears spilled over Dora’s eyes as she nodded, her laugh broken with a choked cry
"You’re ruining her
Ma the softness of her, the sweet scent of tuberose in her perfu herself to unleash, at last
Chapter Twelve
The gliht on thick white cotton tablecloths, the original lowcountry art on the walls, the orchids in bud vases, the huhs, the clinking of silverware--all combined to create the ambience of a perfect dinner date
Dora shifted nervously in her seat and swirled the cabernet in the large crystal bowl of her wineglass She took note of her perfectly polished pink nails Tonight she wore her new shi their shopping spree Maraced her neck, and she knew she looked her best in the elegant Charleston restaurant
Across the table, Devlin studied the oversized ht, handsome in his beautifully cut tan suit, a blush-pink shirt, and a Ferraga-fingered, like Cal’s Rather, they ide and ruddy froer he wore a thick gold signet ring She sipped her wine, her i a turn in this romantic restaurant What, she wondered, would those hands feel like on her body?
Devlin looked up fro her perusal, sht That releam in his eyes, reached into his breast pocket to pull out a small jeweler’s box He set it on the table before Dora
"What’s this?" she asked, feeling a sudden panic