Bella. as her uncle called her was imagining her time as a child, dancing through the rows of roses her mother had planted. Bella's mother, had been a...very beautiful woman of dutch decent. Her hair had fell down her back in ringlets of auburn chestnut and she smelled of the roses in which she planted. Bella was named after her mother, and her uncle told her often how she looked so much like her.Sighing Bella looked over at the door, the maid would be there any moment to announce supper. The. So there I was, in a black suit, sitting with a blank expression, hoping people will ignore me, fully aware this was not to be. ‘There you are!’ Why can’t that one just die? It was an aunt, or something like that, and she was talking to me about how lovely a boy he was. I can’t really remember his name to be honest. She was big, in a way you can only get with a combination of genetics and not caring. Not that it mattered what she looked like, but at least I would have something to avert the. I apologized, but as I turned to start back on my way to the car, that same voice from the car stopped me. I whipped about in a virulent fashion, wind rushing past my ears as I heard "Damn Josh, I didn't recognize you! Where are you going before you shake my hand and say hello? Where are those famous Southern manners?" I frowned at Denton, even though I grew up in the South, my real home was Belgrade, Republic of Serbia. I continued scowling and talking as a man, explaining why I was returning. Nicole probably has her fingeron all the best places for shopping around here. I'll just run the ideaby Dad tonight, which means it'll be no problem." winked Mom. I huggedMom in response, though I wondered exactly what she meant by taking careof some paperwork for me.Mom offered Nicole to stay and join us for dinner, but she still had someerrands to run before she could take time to eat dinner. Thanking Momfor the offer and the pleasant conversation, Nicole said goodbye as wewalked with her.