For the third time since entering his hidden study room, Danny double checked the table he had set. Gerti had helped him with the food, of course, but the rest of the arrangements he had seen to himself.
As the young man was turning the vase of flowers slightly to present a better view of the blooms to Rose, the doorway began to form with the bricks. Danny straightened his tie and turned to smile at Ambrosia.
The sight of Danny –tie, kilt, and all– after her long day of searching, hoping, waiting, and more searching, left Rose standing frozen in the doorway. She stared at him, barely able to take it all in, let alone find something intelligent to say.
Danny stepped around the table and offered his hand to Rose. “Happy birthday, hen.”
“Danny… I…” She took his hand, unaware that she was trem...Read More