Even after the performance ended, Florence's heart refused to settle.
She knew, though, that it had been nothing more than a fleeting glimpse, and she figured Timothy had probably slipped away already.
Yet when she finished wiping off her stage makeup and stepped out through the side door, she found him waiting.
Through the soft dark of the night, Timothy stood beneath the streetlight in a black coat, watching her with a smile in his eyes.
Florence understood for the first time that a heart could pound this hard.
Everything around her went still.
Only the snow slipping off the eaves kept announcing that it was still there.
On that first snowy night, Florence gave her whole heart away.
Timothy was every bit the gentleman.
The easy grace of their courtship, the touches that always l
