Friday, 18 December 2009

The Birth

She sat viewing the form in the mirror before her

Her form.
Bowler hat in place, atop her dark brown hair...check!
Corset tightened and emphasizing what mother nature blessed her with...check!
Lips painted in red hues, turning up at the corners with a smile of secrets hidden behind her baby browns...check!
Imagination of Satan mixed with a four year old child's ego...check!
A tumbler of honey dew'ed liquid swirling lazily in her left hand...check!
Partners in crime for her mischievous deeds...Where were the Baroness and Duchess?

The Countess was almost ready.
But was the world?