CelestialShimmer

A Tale of Florence ~ Part Two ~ It was later in the morning when Rosamund Darlinge’s blue eyes slid open. For several long moments the lady stared up at the ceiling, mentally cleaning the drowsy cobwebs that always overtook her when she slept. Her sleep was so peaceful these days that she could scarcely bring herself to rise some mornings, though at the reminder of the previous night, the woman found herself eager to start the day. Slowly, Rose lifted up on her elbows, poised beneath the thick comforter and sheets, as her deep waves of hair cascaded around her shoulders and face. Normally she kept it up when she slept, but she had be