Sep 17, 2006 16:58
Sara's table is set, lasagna in the oven to stay warm, wet paper towels over it to keep it moist. Sara glanced around, a vase of red roses on the table, their soft scent mingled with the food. She smiled, sighing happily she checked her appearance once more in the mirror before waiting for Polgara to come.
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