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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Oh, this is so lovely…”
Contrary to Alanis's expectations, they had walked right through the dining room and out onto a massive veranda that ran the length of it, where a small wooden table and chairs were set amidst huge terracotta pots filled with scented shrubs, flowers, and trailing ivy.
The dining room was situated at the back of the house and overlooked a large rose garden in which several tiny fountains splashed and shimmered among the velvet blooms of pink, red and white. The air was redolent with their heady perfume and filled with the tinkling sound of water.
“I thought you would prefer something less… formal,” Brody said softly as he pulled out the chair for her. “My mother always takes her meals here when she visits, unless it is an occasion of some sort. My father had the rose garden planted for h
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