The Universal Language – Candice Luciani

The morning sun draped over the balcony, catching Candice Luciani’s glittery red dress. As the tantalizing woman leaned against her seat, the gentle breeze played through her brunette hair, pulling it into a rhythmic dance that mirrored the chapters of the novel in her hands. She wore her silver strappy heels not for an occasion, but simply because she believed that beauty, like coffee, should be served daily. A soft smile touched Candice’s lips, though her eyes frequently drifted from the printed page to the street below, anticipating the arrival of Mannie Coco. To the slim woman, he was more than just her English instructor…