Charles
I stepped out of the limousine and drew in a deep, refreshing breath of the crisp air. The Levine family estate appeared just as magnificent and fragrant as it had always been. Time had passed, and while the surroundings remained unchanged since my last visit, I had grown. No longer a boy, I felt the quickening of my pulse. I was here to see Geneva, who had also grown into a stunning and captivating woman.
Her father's funeral had given me much to contemplate. Geneva was as enchanting and beautiful as I had remembered her from our youth.
I had loved Geneva deeply during our childhood, even discussing marriage as we grew older. Yet, as a teenager, I had to put such dreams aside, considering our age difference.
Any man in his right mind would feel fortunate to marry her, but I wa
