The Last Rose of Summer Page 52
by Di Morrissey
On the wooden base of the bed lay the perfume bottle where she’d left it a moment before. But now, beside it, lay a single perfect white rose.
Slowly Odette lifted the fresh and fragrant flower and smiled gently, glancing about her. All was silent. She knew that at last the Indian House was empty — and at peace.
Eden turned as the ensemble began playing to announce Odette’s arrival. His eyes locked with hers as he watched Odette move slowly down the long red carpet drawing her to him.
Her arm linked through Zac’s, she smiled at him as she came towards him, the lace veil trailing behind her.
And in her hands she carried a single white rose — the last rose of summer.
