Alice came out of the back with the empty cookie bowl.
“Maria I think perhaps I should have something done-
She had no idea when she dropped the bowl and it landed on the floor completely shattering into a million pieces.
Right before her was Pierre.
Or was she dreaming? This could not be real. Maybe she was just imagining things.
There was no way this could be Pierre.
Pierre was far away in France. He was the king of France. So who was this?
He was looking at her.
“Oh my God Alice are you ok?” Maria asked because of the broken bowl.
“Alice.” He said as if her name confirmed to him that this was reality.
She could not move.
She just stood there transfixed.
Here was the man she loved. Here was the man who had captured her heart and made her feel what she had never felt and the
