Monte Carlo nights (Two)

Vacant emerald eyes peered back at her. She had been gazing at the bewitching reflection for the last few minutes. Lost in a confusing maze of thoughts. A soft hand clutched at the pretty pearls that adorned her beautiful neck, she held them wistfully before letting go. A misty watery glaze began to fill her eyes. The grand hand crafted mirror captured every subtle movement and relayed them back to her instantly.

The tastefully opulent room was magically laminated by an ornate lamp. This tender lighting serving as a reminder of how perfect things appeared. A quiet sigh passed from her heart shaped lips as she reached and picked up a brush and began to gently brush her strikingly ruddy coloured mane.

His words and actions skated around her head, they would not stop. He always would say the same things. The same old lies. She had grown tired of his words and how he behaved.

However, she had been warned about all of this, and in particular him. 

But she had been seduced. The heart can be weak and she couldn't help who she had fallen in love with. It was a risk worth taking she had often told herself. Wasn't it? 

For years she had been living the dream. 

The dream that she was now waking up from. Monte Carlo was beginning to become a different reality.  

Demola, TCC