Florence.
I scrunched up my nose as specs of dust wafted through my nostrils. A chill ran down my spine as a familiar sensation worked its way towards my nose. I knew it was coming and I could already picture the outcome. If I didn't find a way to control it, I would sneeze out aloud again, and for the umpteenth time too.
The last thing I wanted was to draw more attention to myself. No, the last thing I wanted was for Dominique to hear me. A small part of me couldn't help but think he would have a problem with me sneezing all over the place. Heavens forbid I smeer all my germs over his mansion.
The moment the sensation in my nose settled, I went on with dusting the furniture. I'd just finished with the center table and was currently on the huge bookshelf in the far corner. If I
