Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20181208162640/@comment-31597382-20181209133958

"I;m Melinda Templeton, but people call me Meli. And you would be?" Melinda said.

"I'm Charles....de Rochefort. Now Meli, are you going to open that or not?" Charles said.

Melinda unwrapped the box panfully slowly, enjoying the annoyance on his face. In her hands she held a neatly stitched long sleeved shirt that went from royal blue, her absolute favorite color, at the top to black. "Where did you get this?" She demanded.

"That's all you have to say? Wow I feel the love." Charles teased.

"Thank you, but open yours." Melinda instructed, holding the shirt up.

He shrugged as he opened his present. It was a small canvas, only about seven inches by seven inches, painted with a familiar scene.

"It's when I first meant you, remember?" Meli asked, lowering the shirt.

Charles didn't say anything as he studied the painting. "It's perfect." He whispered after a while. "You totally made me look bad this year."