Vivian felt the heat transmit from his warm fingers, the pad of his fingers still touching her cheek as she looked into Leonard's eyes as hidden emotions surfaced through those maroon eyes. It felt as if someone had told him snow had begun to fall in summer. Though he would never admit it out loud, he loved the snow.
She was glad that she had told him about her gift and with his expression it was enough to know that he liked it.
For confirmation, she asked, "You liked it?"
He moved his hand from her cheek, "Yes. It's a lovely sweater," he replied continuing to look at her. She smiled, happiness stretching over the compliment he made,
"But," he started and her smile faltered. She opened her mouth to speak but Leonard continued, "I can't overlook your behaviour with Lady Shirley. Right or wrong, you forgot the maid's conduct and for that, you shall re-pot the plants from the garden to the glass room tonight."
