It was clear how Olga felt about him. She was like mother. Practical. So, my sister soon swapped her mourning garb for her wedding crown, and mother’s approval...
It was clear how Lensky felt about her. Olga basked in that adoration with as little consciousness of the process as an Orchid’s awareness of photosynthesis.
Relief and satisfaction washed over her like a warm wave. Followed by rising pleasure. The latter’s intensity like a dormant energy saver bulb just turned on, dull at first, then almost blinding.