Cal found her intoxicating. It wasn’t one thing but many. Her effervescence, her joie de vivre, the way her eyes lit up when she encountered something exciting interesting or moving. How tender her heart was, that moved her to run to any child hurt or crying to pick them up if they’d fallen down.
When he stood near, he was immediately lost in the scent of her perfumed hair, her long slender neck beckoned a touch a kiss a taste. He was madly in love with her. Could barely keep his hands off of her, wanted her desperately.
This was his wife, the love of his life! The woman he adored from sun-up to sun-set. He could well imagine them in their 80’s and he’d still feel the same. She was the love of his life there could be no other.
He’d created a perfume just for her that embodied all of what he associated with her. He desperately hoped his perfume “Amelia” would please her as much as him and evoke her pleasure.
Amelia knew something was up, the look in his eye told her of expectation and excitement. She walked toward him a smile upon her lips, a question in her eye.
He held out a beautiful little bottle shaped like a diamond. “You finished it?”
“Indeed, and what’s more, it’s yours.” She lifted the perfume and read her name.
“Oh, Cal! I don’t know what to say! I’m completely honoured.”
“Try it, my love, see if it’s you.”
She did. And it was. Perfection in a bottle she’d said before falling to the floor unconcious. He looked on in horror!