Arthur smiled, kissing the top of her head. "I always thought it suited you. But I like this version of you better. The one that knows she doesn't have to prove anything to anyone."
Would you prefer a different (like a mystery or a historical piece)? redhead rose mature
Rose looked back at her flowers, then up at her husband. Her red hair, though now threaded with silver at the temples, still glowed with its own internal light. She wasn't just a redhead or a gardener named Rose; she was a woman who had grown into her own skin, blooming in her own time, more vibrant and certain than she had ever been in her youth. Arthur smiled, kissing the top of her head