To Dream of Her True Love's Face By Giselle Renarde
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"Two bay leaves and a sprig of rosemary," her sister whispered, sprinkling the bundle with rosewater. "All that remains is to wrap them in the leaf from a cherry tree and you shall dream of your true love's face."
"And if I dream of Paul," Emma asked doubtfully, "I should accept his proposal of marriage?"
"Well, of course you should, silly girl!" Rosalind tucked the fragrant bundle under Emma's pillow and kissed her forehead. "You must accept his proposal whether or not you dream of him, or risk becoming an old maid like your sister!"
Dear Rosalind chuckled and rose from the bed as Emma pulled her fine Parisian quilt across her chest. "I have my doubts about marriage."
"Nonsense," Rosalind clucked. "You shall dream of Paul'
