The flickering lights cast dancing shadows across the walls of the dinning room. The aroma of grilled chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air, mingling with the subtle scent of lavender from the small vase on the table. I could hardly focus on the meal before me; my mind was consumed by the presence of Lady Beatrice, who sat across from me, her grace and beauty making the room feel warmer despite the chill of the evening.
As I glanced at her, I noticed the way her golden hair caught the light, cascading over her shoulders like spun silk. My heart raced, and I felt the familiar flutter of nerves that accompanied her every smile. It was time to summon my courage, to weave my words carefully like the finest tapestry, hoping to capture her attention.
