Darcy Meadows had loved Nathan Gower since the first day she saw him. Granted she was only six at the time but one look in that boys gray eyes and his tasseled blond hair was all she needed to see and she was in love. She vowed she would marry him. Nathan came from one of Virginia’s fine old families; her father and grandfather were not only General’s but West Point graduates. It was his mother’s wish that he followed in those footsteps.
It was on the one Sunday morning as Darcy was running late for service; Nathan spotted her trying to cross the stream. Being the gallant gentleman he was he carrying her across the stream, and safely to the other side. It was that simple act of kindness started a friendship that blossomed into romance. It was here on the banks of the stream two friends found that social standing, culture, not even a war would stop their love. They knew love would last always and forever.
