It was all she had talked about for days. She ran around, giddy with excitement, awaiting the arrival of her cousins. The secret garden beckoned, and when her cousins emerged from their carriage, the little girl's eyes brightened and her heart quickened. Each lovely girl, dressed in crisp white cotton, had a name that reminded me of a luxury car, sensuous perfume, or rich Belgian chocolate. The oldest was serene, demure, and mysterious.
Her sister, sweet and sensitive, with blue eyes like pools of light.
The little girl, full of curiosity and joie de vivre.
The lush, verdant grass begged for their bare feet.
They sat in silence, perfectly content to just be with each other.
They threw rose petals into the gently whispering wind, which carried them away, like childhood cares in the light of a new day.
