Love In A Time Of War

Chapter 8: A vision

Henry's P.O.V

When I met Victoria, she was all ready beautiful. But as she glides down the stairs in a fluffy white dress with a red sash, slimming bodice and dainty black shoes, I'm totally enthralled. Her hair is pinned back with a brooch and a few strands fall in her face. I straighten my tie and pull her close, my hands tighten around her waist our lips meet. Missy helps Analeise down the stairs with her braces. She's just as beautiful as her mother in a simple little white dress with lace and eyelet insets. I detach myself from Victoria and dash into the parlor to grab a box. Then come back and hand it to Analeise. "What is it?" She asks and I say: "Open it and see." She gently opens the box, undoing the ribbon and sliding the lid off, revealing a beautiful little porcelain doll. I wanted to get her the prettiest one in the shop. The one with golden brown hair, green eyes and a pretty pink petticoat and parasol. She smiles and jumps in my arms. "Is she really mine Henry?" She asks and I say: "Of course as long as you give her a name." She smiles and says: "Lisette." "Perfect. Now let's eat." I say and pick her up, then usher Victoria to the dining room. The table is spread with jam and preserves. Jelly, croissants, eggs fried, chicken and fresh biscuits. Orange juice and fresh milk. Bacon and ham. Sausage. Strawberries, blueberries, and plump raspberries.