Mianna dances around the terrace and onto the lush grounds. She tilts a handwritten page between her hands as if it is her partner. Cole smiles and steps behind her, peering over her shoulder. He wraps his arms around her waist. “What are you doing?”
She scrunches her shoulders and leans into him. “It’s beautiful out here and I wanted to be inspired. I rarely get to do guest posts and I’m just so thrilled that Charlene chose me for this one.”
“I see. So, what have you written so far?”
She reads from the paper. “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.”
Cole nods. “Okay.”
“Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.”
He looks to the side. “Um...”
“Brown paper packages tied up with strings.” She glances up at him. “These are a few of my favorite things.”
She holds up a finger. “Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes.” She lifts her arms and turns to face him, setting them on his shoulders. “Silver white winters that melt into springs…”
“I know. These are a few of your favorite things.”
She blushes and leans her head to the side with a cherubic smile. “How did you know?”
“It’s a song on Cornerstone Summit. Mianna, my love, you were supposed to write about your favorite things.”
“But these are perfect. And they are my favorite things. Or some of them. And Charlene has been humming this song ever since she read the post topic.” She begins to sway to the music in her mind.
An adoring smile spreads across Cole's face. As he raises a hand at the woodland, birdsong fills air. He takes her hand and leads her to the belvedere.
Vincent and James watch as Cole and Mianna enter the ornate gazebo and begin to dance to the melody. Vincent folds his arms and shakes his head. “Only Cole and Mianna could get away with waltzing to a song from The Sound of Music. In a blog post. Without it coming across as cheesy.”