At Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, experience gentle conversation over a cup of black tea. He talks to me about scones and creme brulee and cherry cake, and I talk to him about a chance meeting at a dance. In the bustling dance hall, did the violin concerto catch a beat, or was it because of the heartbeat that was about to happen?
"Hello, can I dance with you?"
The leaves are expertly embroidered in the fabric, like pixies in the forest, descending silently from the treetops, the pink gradient skirt is like overlapping petals, and you can smell the flowers as you walk.