The southern breeze is blowing softly through her hair. Scent of honeysuckles blossoms drifting through the air, and bird chirping in the background.
Georgianna Devoe is lying in a hammock under a maple tree sipping an ice cold glass of ice tea with a tinge of bourbon. Dabbing her lips with a delicate linen napkin to catch the drop running down the side of her mouth, she was enjoying the peace and quiet for a moment.
She stretched her body to relax comfortably.
Georgianna is a tall leggy young lady. She had the looks and body that made every man turn and look her way as she walked down the street. She comes from a rich southern family that dates before the Civil War. She lives in a mansion by herself and three full time servants. She has always been pampered and would never dream of living any other way. She has a degree in the arts. Her hobby is singing country music with a hint of the blues. She sings in a nightclub in New York City twice a month.
Georgianna has been engaged to Melvin Cain for the past five years with no desire to marry him.
She met Melvin at and art show given by her aunt Velma. Melvin family background is similar to hers.
To this day Georgianna do not know why she said yes when Melvin wanted to become engaged. She believed she said yes so he would stop pestering her about it.
But, this is going to be the week that she calls off the engagement. She had enough. It wasn't like they spent much time together. Out of the five years with Melvin, she sums up the time to about a year of togetherness.
She felt that it was an advantage at the time to be dating Melvin. He was a family friend, sophisticated, a lawyer, member of all the right country clubs, and very well known.
But, now the relationship was wearing very thin. She needed him out of her life. She was tired of being just a centerpiece on his arms. He only wanted to merge families and bank accounts. She felt that Melvin never loved her and she knew that she didn't love him.
"I'll tell him before I go on my session in New York this weekend." She thought.
Georgianna got up from the hammock and stretched again. She shook her jet-black hair and walked over to the easel. She looked at the painting and liked what she saw. She had sold several of paintings at her Aunt Velma art gallery and a few at art galleries in New York.