Cherish-Art

After a long winter, summer finally arrived in Bristol like a saving grace. In order to celebrate the season, the local doctor threw an extravagant gala. The whole town was present. The mansion was so full to the point that half the guests were in the lawn during festivities. The Doctor himself was currently engaged in a conversation with a few nobles. The group was enjoying themselves and the air was merry. “The cherry trees are so beautiful this time of year,” Dr. Livesey mentioned. The lord in front of him let out a huff. “Maybe for you, Doctor, but my nose says otherwise,” he said with a sniffle. The taller man couldn’t help laughing. “True, true. But if you took the medicine I prescribed to you, Lord Stanton, your nose would be telling a different story!” The other men chortled alongside him, causing Lord Stanton to turn pink. “Well—I suppose,” the lord responded in an embarrassed grin. Once the laughter died down, the group brought their attention to the rest of