'Typical man, he was so wrong. A rose going by the name of bludgeon in romance’s cause does not smell so sweet at all.’
‘You couldn’t write about it.’
‘Because you could never hold a candle to Shakespeare?’
Suddenly Felicity started giggling. ‘Remember the Golden Book of Children’s Recipes?’
Bobbie roared. ‘The Candle Salad!’
Felicity grabbed the roses and plucked their petals and threw them over her best friend who threw them back and turned the music back up loud so they could dance. They laughed. Life with a cherry on top.
