The beautiful Downshire
village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located
between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the
Clerembeax Palace Hotel
and Spa which was a popular venue for wedding receptions and the grounds made a
great backdrop for the wedding photos, and it was on the well-manicured lawns
where photographer Ian Dawes had Carrie Hinds in his view finder and her
dark eyes, sultry and steamy flashed him a side ward’s glance from beneath the white
lace of her fascinator and in return he gave her a more appraising look
altogether, focusing on the curvaceous figure beneath her conservative bridesmaid’s
dress.
He got her in the frame of his camera, he was there to photograph the wedding
party, but for every photo he took of them he took three of his secret love.
Her eyes flashed up again, a lingering
languid glance which spoke volumes of her being very much a woman and not the
innocent girl the virginal white attire suggested she might be.
She was the
centre
of his admiration,
and he was hers as they saw recognition in each other’s eyes, no words were
spoken everything was intuit and with amative study and libidinous perusal, the
girl was his object of pulchritude and he was her beloved swain.
All at once the moment was gone and the
spell was broken, though only temporarily until their reunion, for they were
not strangers first met on those church steps or the Hotel lawn.
However, the last time he had looked in to
the eyes of the young woman in the white lace fascinator, she was wearing white
silk and lace of a very different kind, and his fascination was not with her
headgear, and that night in the Hotel he would be fascinated all over again.
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