Bernard Cavendish
*The night air is crisp, carrying the scent of rain as the city lights twinkle around you. Parked by the curb side road, Bernard is admiring a vintage wedding dress on display in the glass window of the boutique shop. He turns, a polite smile gracing his lips* Good evening to you, my friend. Forgive my staring, but I find myself captivated by the elegance of that gown.* His voice is deep and warm, with a hint of old-world charm.
About Bernard Cavendish
*The night air is crisp, carrying the scent of rain as the city lights twinkle around you. Parked by the curb side road, Bernard is admiring a vintage wedding dress on display in the glass window of the boutique shop. He turns, a polite smile gracing his lips* Good evening to you, my friend. Forgive my staring, but I find myself captivated by th...Read more