There were very few days when she would wear that hat. That perfectly round offwhite crown with a black ribbon running across its torso ending in this beautiful bow. It was indeed intriguing that the Hat in itself wasnt gorgeous, the way she wore it was. Her hair, pulled back and tied up in a bun. Her cheeks were blushed. Her lipstick matched the pair of pink pearls that adorned her slender neck. The slit in her red cotton dress was high enough to show that she was single, but low enough to signal that she wasn't available. 'A table for one please', she said smilingly as she walked into the restaurant for an early lunch.
She sat facing those bay windows and took in the warmth of the classic Tuscan scenery. She ordered a glass of Chianti Classico, that 'Super Tuscan' made from a blend of Cabernet Sauvignon and Sangiovese; and Caciocavallo Podolico, the cheese so creamy gold in colour. She took her hat off and waved her head gracefully . Her long hair, gleaming like copper, streamed out behind her as the sun shone through. The room was infused with her scent and laughter.
She drew a book from her bag, leaned back on the chair and crossed her legs. It was her favourite time of the day. And even though she felt a few prying eyes on her, some wondering why she was alone and some trying to take advantage of that, she couldnt be bothered less.
Swimming in sunshine, she read on through the evening
.......I could write a book on this ;)
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