Rays of light burst through colored cellar windows that flitted about the room like fairies. With a steady hand she pulled out a cobalt bottle and gently wiped the dust clear before setting it back in its cradle before lifting a sea green bottle from its place and cleaned it carefully all the while humming My Heart Belongs to Only You.
Oh, how she loved that song it came with every bottle in the
delicately carved wine rack. The creases around her eyes tightened slightly as she smiled at her guest through bright red lipstick. It seemed gaudy and out of place on such pale skin. “There is a method and ritual my dear and we must never break it.”
Her young guest brushed back a strand of dark hair and smiled back. “Yes patience is such a virtue, Miss Lodain.”
Lovingly Miss Lodain brushed the dust away from each bottle before being returned to their rightful places, with the
exception of number one. Her hand hesitated above an orange
bottle decorated with silver wire so delicately embraced
against the cork, before it was gently pulled from the numbered slot. She turned towards her guest with a smile that had melted so many hearts that ended up in her trophy case, forever captured in her warm embrace.
“This is my first love.” She cooed. “As she showed the young
woman the orange bottle.