“As we moved closer to the desk, the smell merged into something really exotic, the most amazing aroma. It was the merging of the fresh coffee wafting through the double doors behind, with the fresh mangos and other fruits picked from the trees every day and crushed into the freshest juice you could ever taste, combined into one with the overpowering beauty of the rose garden. I remember being in awe, hearing Dad talk to the receptionist and then this handsome debonair man.”
I haven’t quite gotten to the end yet, though I am planning to get this published by the end of the year, no exact date yet but more info will follow…. possibly more excerpts and sneak peaks…..