Breakfast With Beth

The maids quickly finished, and with endless bows to him, left the room, leaving it almost as empty as when he first arrived. He was getting impatient. Where was she? Why was she late? He had caught from her conversation with her maid that she was headed into the kitchen. If the maid had prepared the table, then where was she?

Charles scoffed, mocking himself. He had gallantly kept away from her for months, what was a few minutes more to wait? He could wait for her all day, he thought and realized it was true.

Knowing she would finally come, he could wait for her for a lifetime.

When the doors again opened and closed with a light bang, Charles turned to look and his heart did an unnatural flip.

She had come.

Beth strolled into the dining hall wearing a yellow dress, with a black shawl over her shoulders. The dress was simple and gorgeous, just like the lady who wore it. She walked to the table, smiling at the lilies she held, repeatedly sniffing them. Flowers? Had his mother come call