When they met she was in a fashion show,
dressed in a spotted fur Coat and a crown
of flower jewelry around her head. She
was doing it as a favor to a friend in the
fashion business in support of a girl’s
right to education in Africa.
He was there sitting in front and when
she strutted down the runway, he took
notice. Their eyes met and held for
several minutes before she turned
and walked off. After the show, her
friend introduced them. It turned out
that he was Rémy Vasseur, the name
behind Vasseur wineries. He was a
household name in Provence where
his vineyard was situated. He owned
a chateau there as well as in Nice.
He was a very attractive and charming
man in his early fifties. Widowed with
a twenty-something daughter, he had
not shown any interest in dating until
now. Without wasting any time, he
invited Marcelle to lunch. Flattered
and completely enamored of him,
she readily accepted. He took her
to an expensive but cozy restaurant
and over a gourmet lunch, they got
to know each other.
She enjoyed his company so much
that when he asked to see her
again, she agreed. So, lunch that
day led to more lunches and dinners.
Then, they took impromptu trips to
Rome, Barcelona, Athens, Montenegro and
Turks and Caicos. They stayed in
separate rooms and so far, he hadn’t
kissed her or made any advances.
Things were moving at a
comfortable rather than a rapid
pace which suited her. They went for
walks after dinner, sightseeing and
dancing. By the time he took her to
his chateau in Provence, she was in
love with him.
What she loved about him was that he
didn’t flaunt his wealth. It was just a
part of him and he carried it with such
humility, always mindful of those who
were not as fortunate as he and loved
to give to charities. He was deeply
religious too and always credited God
for his wealth and good fortune.
It was when they were sitting on the
stone bench in front of the fountain
that he proposed to her. Her eyes
almost popped out of her head when
he got down on his knee in front of
her and opened a little black box.
He took out the most exquisite
ring she had ever seen.
His eyes met hers in a steady gaze as
he said, “Marcelle, I never thought that
I would fall in love again until I met you.
When I first saw you I felt as if time and
my heart stood still. I had to meet you
and when I did, I had to get to know you.
These past months that we have been
together have been the happiest for me
but they’re not enough. I want to spend
the rest of my life with you. Will you
“Yes,” she cried and watched through
her tears as he put the ring on her finger.
He stood up and pulled her to her feet.
“I love you,” he whispered as he put his
arms around her waist and drew her
closer to him so that their bodies were
She smiled up at him, his face blurry.
“I love you too,” she murmured and
watched in anticipation as he bent
his head, her heart thudding. They
were about to kiss for the first time.
As their lips touched, she thought,
The best feeling in the world is kissing
someone for the first time when you’ve
really wanted to kiss them for a long time.