A Pair Of White Roses

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For this evening he had chosen a quite long poem which he wrote while he was on a trip at Lake Ontario with Curtis. However he could not concentrate on anything else but her. He was automatically reciting well learned words but his mind was in a totally different place. She was looking at him too, of course she was, he was on the stage, she was supposed to be looking at him. However, after a while, when she noticed he wasn't looking at anyone else, but her, her cheeks started to turn pink and she suddenly started checking her nails. He smiled a little, he was glad she noticed. 

When he finished the poem, long and loud ovations overfilled the place and he was finally able to look into the different direction. He smiled, bowed and thanked out loud. Pastor Weston ran into the gazebo with a wide smile and started talking again. 

"Thank you, Mr. Greenwich, for your very moving and powerful performance! We are honoured that you accepted the invitation to perform for us this evening and as a thank you we would be more than happy if you accepted this little gift from us," he said and he handed Will a tiny white rose in a pot. Will smiled, took it and thanked again. He was going to go back to his seat when the Pastor started his speech again. Does this man ever stop talking? 

"And lastly, Ladies and gentlemen, this year we have a surprise that nobody of you knew of. We have decided to reward the best performer too. Our secret judges talked and they have decided that the most beautiful and touching poem was recited by Miss Lucy Mae Morisson! Miss Morisson, can you please join us up here?" at the mention of her name Lucy lifted her eyes and surprised look covered her face. She realised what happen only when the audience started clapping again. She shyly stood up and with the gentle walk of hers she made her way to the gazebo. 

When she walked inside, Will was finally able to look at her closely. Her cheeks were now blushing in the shades of peonies and she was blocking her humble smile by biting her full bottom lip. When the pastor kissed her hand and handed her a white rose just like the one Will got, she looked at the ground and silently thanked him. Will felt the need to look at her. He felt the need to make her notice him looking at her again. And she did, he gave her an encouraging nod and she blushed even more if it was even possible. Then she turned to the audience and quietly but gratefully thanked them too. 

He was standing next to her,not knowing yet what was going on with him. He looked into the crowd where he found Curtis grinning like crazy. He knew Will better than he himself did. 

Pastor then thanked everyone for coming and wished them a beautiful rest of the evening and then they went off the gazebo. There were two stairs leading down, So Will rushed down and from below them he gently grabbed Lucy's hand and helped her to get down. If blushing bloomed she would be a garden by now. Then they both went to their friends 

Curtis was looking at him with his eyebrows raised and his undeniable smirk. 

"What? Do you have a fishing hook stuck in your eyebrows?" 

"I saw that, my friend. Are you aware that there was about fifty more people besides her in the audience?" 

"I have no idea what you're talking about." 

"Yeah, and that nod and hand grabbing?" 

"I was just being a gentleman, nothing more."

"Whatever you say, my friend, whatever you say." 

"shut up, it was nothing. Let's get out from here."

They said goodbye to few people, stopped when they praised Will for his poem and smiled at everyone as they were leaving. While they were walking towards the carriage alongside the fence, Will one more time looked into the garden. Of course his eyes found her immediately. She was looking directly at him, but when she realised that he caught her staring, she turned her eyes away in the instance. Then she changed her mind and looked at him again. He smiled and raised his hand in wave. And then she smiled back with that smile of hers that he knew he was gonna remember.

This one was a little bit shorter, but I hope you like it so far. I'll try to keep posting everyday. 🖤

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