After breakfast Charlotte was sent to brush her teeth. She watched herself try to suppress a smile in the mirror.
She found some shorts and a white t-shirt lying on the bed and dressed herself before heading downstairs. He was sitting in the living room drinking coffee and reading a newspaper; tentatively Charlotte wandered towards him and deposited herself next to him on the sofa, snuggling her head against his shoulder. He moved to put his left arm around her, his eyes on the words in front of him. Charlotte settled in and eventually fell back into a light slumber.
At some point she felt movement beside her, and opened her eyes to see him set aside the paper.
"The weather is wonderful today, how would you like to go out into the garden and work on our vegetable bed a little more?" he asked.
Charlotte nodded sleepily and pushed her face into his chest. He hugged her and, in doing so, picked her up and carried her outside, setting her down on the lawn beside the carrot patch. With a kiss on the forehead he went to fetch the gardening tools and a bottle of water with two glasses, as well as some suncream. They worked throughout the rest of the morning and well into the afternoon, weeding the vegetable patches, mowing the lawn, sowing cucumber seeds.
At around five he suggested they have a barbeque, and Charlotte listened with avid interest when he explained to her how to grill meat just right. They had vegetable skewers and veal with baguette and salad, and both felt comfortably fatigued after a day in the sun, their skin gently colored by the sun even though Charlotte had been covered in a substantial amount of sun lotion
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RomansaShe felt nervous as she watched the taxi drive back down the long and winding driveway and disappear through the imposing, brass gate. She picked up her bags and turned to muster the house. It was large - the size of a small villa - with a brick fac...
