The girl was stunningly beautiful. From her features, a well-travelled eye could probably place her origin in the Mediterranean countries such as Italy, Spain, Greece or Monaco. She wore a red cocktail dress that fit the same way an expensive, bespoke dress would. Probably because it was.
What made her particularly turn heads were her curves that made her look like someone closer to home, if you know what I mean. Roundness in all the right places and well–shaped high hips that almost went past her waist. Picture perfect. She is one of those women that often end up marrying the princes of this realm.
Her man, skinny like a reed, exuded an aura of strength and old money. The type that could wear socks in sandals to a fancy wedding and still look sleek. He sat at his table, sipping at a glass of premium champagne waiting for her to return from the dessert table because they had just finished their dinner……………………..CONTINUE READING………………
