Fans of The Beauty Blog Network
The inscription “Dopo il Sogno” after the dream, is tattooed on my wrist, and insulates scars from a different time.
Find more couture fashion information and contests including cliff-hanger stories on my blog: http://kenzi7chase.weblog.com
Hartford, Connecticut- 2008
I stand in our dream home. I look fit to kill In front of the arch in our ivory stone fireplace with carvings that frame it’s structure. It’s very classy like myself, especially today.
I truly love him, and I don’t want to go anywhere else. For the first time I don’t want to run. I cross and hug my arms around and below my chest. The inscription “Dopo il Sogno” after the dream, is tattooed on my tortured wrist is insulated.
I turn slightly towards the left, and expose three-quarters of my face. I look with seduction, my eyebrows are raised and curious, and my red lips don’t open, but they beg to.
My brunette, wavy long hair is pined up with an ivory flower in bloom. I wear opaque pearls in both of my ears. My white gown controls me, the restraints are of eloquence, pearl silk caress’s my curves, and my slender silhouette. Where the creamy silk fabric touches my upper thigh, it flows down, folds, and intertwines until it reaches the thresholds of the marble floor. In front of me is light, beyond me is shadowed.
Scott Montgomery brings me into focus and snaps his camera. Flash of light.
I run through petals of yellow. I have the innocence of two children.
Maybe I believe in destiny and happy ending after all.
“Angela, where are you?”
“Caught in a dream, sorry.”
“Follow me.” Scott says. He’s in his tux and converse sneakers, he reaches out for my hand. I feel pleasure as mine wraps into his, and he leads me up the winding staircase to our master bedroom.
We enter the room and connect. “Are you about to manipulate me?” I whisper to Scott.
We kiss for a lifetime. I shiver.
Scott Montgomery is shot point blank in the head, right between his eyes, in front of my face I watch him fall. He doesn’t speak even a last word, bam. He just drops dead. His blood splatters across my creamy silk wedding gown. My husband of four hours is dead.
When I look up, the killer is gone, at least out of my sight. I know who he is though. He finally found me.
Who? Who is this woman, what is her real identity? What hides in her past? Beauty? Yes. More? I think so.
Hartford, Connecticut- 2008
I stand in our dream home. I look fit to kill In front of the arch in our ivory stone fireplace with carvings that frame it’s structure. It’s very classy like myself, especially today.
I truly love him, and I don’t want to go anywhere else. For the first time I don’t want to run. I cross and hug my arms around and below my chest. The inscription “Dopo il Sogno” after the dream, is tattooed on my tortured wrist is insulated.
I turn slightly towards the left, and expose three-quarters of my face. I look with seduction, my eyebrows are raised and curious, and my red lips don’t open, but they beg to.
My brunette, wavy long hair is pined up with an ivory flower in bloom. I wear opaque pearls in both of my ears. My white gown controls me, the restraints are of eloquence, pearl silk caress’s my curves, and my slender silhouette. Where the creamy silk fabric touches my upper thigh, it flows down, folds, and intertwines until it reaches the thresholds of the marble floor. In front of me is light, beyond me is shadowed.
Scott Montgomery brings me into focus and snaps his camera. Flash of light.
I run through petals of yellow. I have the innocence of two children.
Maybe I believe in destiny and happy ending after all.
“Angela, where are you?”
“Caught in a dream, sorry.”
“Follow me.” Scott says. He’s in his tux and converse sneakers, he reaches out for my hand. I feel pleasure as mine wraps into his, and he leads me up the winding staircase to our master bedroom.
We enter the room and connect. “Are you about to manipulate me?” I whisper to Scott.
We kiss for a lifetime. I shiver.
Scott Montgomery is shot point blank in the head, right between his eyes, in front of my face I watch him fall. He doesn’t speak even a last word, bam. He just drops dead. His blood splatters across my creamy silk wedding gown. My husband of four hours is dead.
When I look up, the killer is gone, at least out of my sight. I know who he is though. He finally found me.
Who? Who is this woman, what is her real identity? What hides in her past? Beauty? Yes. More? I think so.
Tags: beauty, blue, couture, denim, elite, entertainment, fashion, jeans, lifestyle, lovers
Comment
About
Badge
© 2009 Created by Elke on Ning. Create a Ning Network!
You need to be a member of Fans of The Beauty Blog Network to add comments!
Join this Ning Network