“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once. ”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
They entered Alistair Evans mansion where the dinner for the conference had been arranged. He had a vast lawn which ended at a lake where a dock and small motorboat were. This was Rose’s first time ever going beyond the front driveway of Alyssa’s house and she had to appreciate the beautiful décor and layout of the Evans residence.
The seating outback was divine; a canopy of fairy lights had been constructed over round tables with a single candle surrounded by a wreath of light pink roses as the centerpiece. Xavier’s hand on her back lightly grazed her butt, and it made her playfully swat his
