Evelyn Horne

Swipe Right

Swipe Right Viveene sat relaxed in the Antiqued white chair etched with gold in the delicate swirls. The delicate swirls reminded her of the first time she had visited the Du Sang many, many years ago. The room was draped in rich red velvet with gold sconces with candles scented with Jasmine, Lavender, and a hint of vanilla. The crackling fire also scented with a tiny hint of vanilla. The richly painted artwork that dotted the walls was exquisite. The newcomers assumed they were excellent copies but Viveene knew better. She had known some of the artists personally. She thought about the website that she had browsed last night. She knew when she saw Etienne’s aqua blue eyes that he was the one for this chapter of her life.