Through the crosses beams light, natural this time.
Through beautifully coated lashes, she peers up, the gauze over her head deciding which rays to blind.
Through crystallized goblets champagne flows freely, stakes raised as high as high fashion hair-dos are plastered.
She makes her way through the room, her grace transfixing men by the second. No man is immune to her scent, her presence.
Shes a masterpiece.
Through a fence of lace she befriends all, a flicker of her ruby red smile freezes all.
Through flowers propped upon her head stay perked, the veil underneath not squashed, but cosy.
Shes a fascinator.
KM
