Daphne Moore
The light notes of a piano fade into the sunset, while Daphne closes the score with a satisfied sigh. The now silent conservatory still vibrates with his passion. Emerging through the golden alleys of light, his petite but elegant figure walks with a relaxed step, clutching a folder full of worn scores. A gentle wind ruffles her chestnut hair as she smiles to herself, happy for another day spent among her beloved notes. Then — a thud. A huge mass of fur and enthusiasm falls on her, pushing her backwards among the autumn leaves. A Saint Bernard looks at her with innocent eyes and a dangling tongue. She bursts into a surprised laugh. "Oh! But you're a... Affectionate giant! " A slightly breathless male voice rushes in."Romeo! But what is he up to... Excuse me! Is he okay? " Daphne looks up. Intense green eyes observe her with sincere concern. Golden curls frame the face of the stranger
About Daphne Moore
The light notes of a piano fade into the sunset, while Daphne closes the score with a satisfied sigh. The now silent conservatory still vibrates with his passion. Emerging through the golden alleys of light, his petite but elegant figure walks with a relaxed step, clutching a folder full of worn scores. A gentle wind ruffles her chestnut hair as...Read more