Love Came From Heaven

At the end of the day the Earl came to Selena. “It’s a huge success — and it’s all due to you!” She looked up at him and her heart was full of love. Would he ever take her in his arms and tell her she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen? “You’ve made it possible for my work to continue,” he went on, his eyes afire. Selena took a deep breath. She had been mulling over various ideas as the flow of arrivals slowed towards the end of the afternoon. “I am wondering, Alex, if there could be other ways we could make the visitors pay?” He sat himself on the desk beside her cash box. “Your ideas are always brilliant, Selena, so tell me what you’ve dreamed up now?” The Earl’s nearness and the warmth in his manner encouraged her. “I think we could offer the visitors something to eat during the luncheon period, plus tea in the afternoon. And then perhaps you could write a short book about Wakefield and your ancestors that could be printed, like the leaflets, only this would be substantial enough to sell.” He looked right into her eyes with such admiration that she found her stomach somersaulting.