Part-Time Lover by Blakely Lauren

Author:Blakely, Lauren
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lauren Blakely Books
Published: 2018-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

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Elise

Two and a half years ago . . .

Stop and Smell the Days blog

May 15th: One fine iris and lavender afternoon that I’ll always remember

My lovelies . . .

We don’t wear perfume for men, do we? Not us scentsual women. We wear it because we are inexorably drawn to it. It is the signature of a woman. It’s an invisible allure she leaves behind, a note held long and lasting that can turn heads and leave men wondering who she is, and what her story is.

And you’ve chosen that “note” for my big day.

I’d dreamed of this day for years.

Don’t laugh. I’m like any girl in this regard. I’ve dreamed of white and flowers and sunshine. I imagined the warmth beating down on my bare arms and the fresh, clean smell of a garden that I walked through to meet my groom.

I was the girl who grew up in the city, surrounded by steel and concrete. That’s why flowers whispered to me from Central Park, inviting me to play. Flowers became the antidote to my overwhelming, gritty city life. I went to the park and climbed the statues and pretended to carry a bouquet of violets and tulips across a field on my wedding day.

Then, I knew nothing of romantic love, or of sex appeal, of course. Now I do, and I want to share the story of my wedding day with you.

I slipped into a white scoop-neck dress, clipped my hair up on both sides in silver barrettes, and headed down the stairs of the inn in Provence, surrounded by family.

Once outside, my father walked me down the aisle—a flagstone path in a garden. This was a small, intimate wedding amongst the lavender bushes and vineyards. My groom’s brother, his only family, stood by his side.

And I wore what you, my readers, my scentsual women, chose for me in the vote last week.

Marchesa Parfum d’Extase.

You picked it for me for my wedding day, and you chose well. It’s delicate and fresh with soft iris notes and hints of violet leaves, then a trail of night jasmine in its wake.

Now, a month later, as my husband is off traveling and I glance at the calendar, counting the days until I’ll see him again, I open the elegant crystal bottle and I’m transported instantly to that day, surrounded by lavender and promises of always.

Thank you for the gift.

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