Valentine's Day is the most romantic day of the year. That's what people tell me anyway. I guess it was a pretty romantic day here in Orchard Hill. Well, unless you're a certain Realtor named Susan. Then you really blew it in the romance department and you have no one to blame but yourself.
Angel Marcel made quite a stir at Orchard Hill's annual art show, down at the community center, drawing the attention of art lovers and even a Green Bay gallery owner. She also drew the attention of Jeff Bradley, owner of Apple Blossom Realty. Word is, Jeff took Angel to a fancy dinner party his parents gave at their cottage in Door County. It sounds like a fabulous evening, so where is Angel now? It seems she disappeared on poor Jeff just like Cinderella at midnight!
In other news, Grace Randall has been seen sporting a stunning diamond ring on her left hand. It seems Riley O'Neil has popped the question. Boy it didn't take him long to make up his mind! Both Grace and Riley seem radiantly happy.
I've heard that they've asked Riley's brother Ian and Grace's friend Lily to stand up for their wedding. Poor Ian! Everyone knows Lily has it out for the entire male species. But as a veterinarian, Ian's had lots of practice dealing with savage beasts. Maybe he'll be the one to tame Lily. You never know.
Until next time,
Cora Appelbaum
Friday, February 22, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Angel's in Town!
Misty Green's cousin Angel has arrived in Orchard Hill! She flew in to the Green Bay airport, where a friend of mine just happened to observe her and Orchard Hill Realtor Jeff Bradley. Here's the scoop:
...she noticed a man standing nearby. It was hard not to notice him. He was on the short side, but that was no disadvantage to a pipsqueak like her. Beneath his well cut suit, he seemed fit and muscular. Add in the slightly shaggy light brown hair and the stormy grey eyes and—well, you had quite a package.
Angel sighed. That didn’t concern her. This was a business trip. She found a spot at the end of the carousel and planted herself. She’d get her luggage and then rent a car to drive out to Misty’s place in Orchard Hill. She focused her eyes on the door her luggage would come through, determined not to give one more glance to Mr. Stormy Eyes.
Pointedly not looking his way, she focused on the carousel, and pulled off her bag.
“You must be Angel. I’m here to meet you.”
The smooth baritone voice so close to her ear surprised her. Caught off guard, she swung around a bit too quickly and caught the man she’d been admiring squarely in the gut with her suitcase.
He grunted and then doubled over. Angel dropped the bag at her side, mortified at her clumsiness. “I’m so sorry. You startled me. Are you all right?”
He straightened and nodded. After a second he said “Just knocked the wind out of me.”
“Do you want to sit down?”
The man shook his head. “No. I’m fine. Are you Angel Marcel?”
“Why?”
“Your brother, Tony, asked me to meet you. I’m Jeff Bradley.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say, so she just stood there blinking like an owl. She couldn’t believe Tony would do this to her.
“So are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Angel Marcel.”
“Oh. Yes, that’s me, but I’m fine. I don’t need a ride. I have everything under control. Thank you anyway.” She turned, planning to make a smooth exit to cover her embarrassment, but Angel had forgotten that she’d dropped her suitcase and promptly tripped over it.
Not the best of beginnings, but still...We'd better wait and see what happens between these two. I'll let you know.
Cora Appelbaum
...she noticed a man standing nearby. It was hard not to notice him. He was on the short side, but that was no disadvantage to a pipsqueak like her. Beneath his well cut suit, he seemed fit and muscular. Add in the slightly shaggy light brown hair and the stormy grey eyes and—well, you had quite a package.
Angel sighed. That didn’t concern her. This was a business trip. She found a spot at the end of the carousel and planted herself. She’d get her luggage and then rent a car to drive out to Misty’s place in Orchard Hill. She focused her eyes on the door her luggage would come through, determined not to give one more glance to Mr. Stormy Eyes.
Pointedly not looking his way, she focused on the carousel, and pulled off her bag.
“You must be Angel. I’m here to meet you.”
The smooth baritone voice so close to her ear surprised her. Caught off guard, she swung around a bit too quickly and caught the man she’d been admiring squarely in the gut with her suitcase.
He grunted and then doubled over. Angel dropped the bag at her side, mortified at her clumsiness. “I’m so sorry. You startled me. Are you all right?”
He straightened and nodded. After a second he said “Just knocked the wind out of me.”
“Do you want to sit down?”
The man shook his head. “No. I’m fine. Are you Angel Marcel?”
“Why?”
“Your brother, Tony, asked me to meet you. I’m Jeff Bradley.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say, so she just stood there blinking like an owl. She couldn’t believe Tony would do this to her.
“So are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Angel Marcel.”
“Oh. Yes, that’s me, but I’m fine. I don’t need a ride. I have everything under control. Thank you anyway.” She turned, planning to make a smooth exit to cover her embarrassment, but Angel had forgotten that she’d dropped her suitcase and promptly tripped over it.
Not the best of beginnings, but still...We'd better wait and see what happens between these two. I'll let you know.
Cora Appelbaum
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