Love, Death and Broken Family Ties

Aurora POV:

When I meet him in the hall he is resplendent in a black suit, white shirt, maroon tie with a mother-of-pearl tie clasp. "Goodness," I say. "You've shined your shoes!"

"I have ," he admits. "Pathetic, isn't it?"

"You look perfect; a Nice Young Man. When in fact, I am the Punk Librarian Deluxe." I chuckled

"They will adore you, just like I adore you" He said

I could feel my cheeks turn pink.

He and I stand before the full-length mirror at the top of the stairs, admiring ourselves. I am wearing a pale green silk strapless dress which belonged to his grandmother.

He had shown me a photograph of her wearing it on New Year's Eve, 1941. She's laughing. Her lips are dark with lipstick and she's holding a cigarette.

"It looks so beautiful on you"

I had to admit I look great in the cloth, I was expecting a naf, but this was nothing short of spectacular.

"How is still good, it look nothing like a fabric dated 1941"

"It is a family heirloom and maximum care is taken. Besides, th