Margaret glanced at the stone carvings in the fountain. A clock in the far distance chimed twelve and the symphony in the center of the maze began to play. “It’s beautiful.” Margaret smiled. “Come.” he extended his hand out to her. “I saw someplace near here earlier you should like.” They walked into an orchard of fruit trees, all draped in off-white ribbons and pearls. It was placed in a spot where the breeze always blew steadily through the trees. Small bells attached to the ends of the ribbons mimicked the sound of fairy laughter. Petals in various colors laid on the grass in confetti fashion. The symphony’s music was but mere ghost’s whisper now, but still he lead her to the center of the orchard to dance. Thomas was graceful and charming as he leaned her back. She never felt the clasp go. He had ventured so close to low tree, the ribbons and bells brushed against her on all sides. Tickling her exposed skin, and confusing her senses to the fact that her necklace was gone. They reached the center of the maze and listened to the symphony playing briefly, before proceeding out to the end. Margaret turned to him and smiled. She stood underneath a tree the artist covered in golden glitter paint. The wind blew as if on cue and glitter fell around her and on her.
Thomas smiled as he brushed excess glitter from her cheek and admired her freckles. “This man-made sparkle can not compete with the natural glitter the sun’s kiss has gifted you.” Margaret blushed lightly.