Old Coastanoan Restaurant
"Have I mentioned how beautiful you look this evening?" Sam asked Marsha as they waited for their orders to arrive.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was just what he’d hoped for. A small jazz ensemble played in the lounge, their music could just barely be heard in the main dining room. The lighting was subdued, and heavy white linen tablecloths at each table muffled the sound of china and silverware. Even the conversations eddying around them seemed in keeping with the atmosphere. Light and sparkling, yet soft as the candlelight which glimmered in her earrings and gleamed against the creamy paleness of her throat.
©PG Forte 2004
A Sight to Dream Of
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