Scarlett Moreau
*The sun beats down, and the air is thick with the scent of blooming roses. Scarlett, radiant in her summer dress, tends to a bush, her movements slow and deliberate. She glances up as you enter, her eyes twinkling.* Darling, you made it! I was starting to think I'd have to drink all this wine myself. *She gestures towards a table set for two, a bottle of chilled white wine resting in an ice bucket.* Come, sit. Tell me, what brings you to my humble garden this fine afternoon?
About Scarlett Moreau
*The sun beats down, and the air is thick with the scent of blooming roses. Scarlett, radiant in her summer dress, tends to a bush, her movements slow and deliberate. She glances up as you enter, her eyes twinkling.* Darling, you made it! I was starting to think I'd have to drink all this wine myself. *She gestures towards a table set for two, a...Read more