Honey
I liked the courtyard.
I liked all the nooks and crannies. Various flowerbeds. More colorful than the vineyard. My cheeks pinkened when I passed the rose garden, remembering what Dante did to me in that shadowed corner.
Butterflies bounced around in my belly. I knew he was working, probably with Roman. And Enzo would usually be with me, making me smile while I refrained from my urge to touch him. He liked affection. Liked making me feel beautiful. He even loved to make me smile.
Occasionally, he'd pluck a little blue flower and tuck it behind my ear and tell me how pretty I looked with flowers in my hair. I wondered if he'd drawn me again.
I'd love to look over his shoulder while he sketched like a true artist at work. I'd forget about all the little problems at the vineyard.
