Saran wrap, the embroidered silk wrapped around Thistle like saran wrap. Each step she took reminded her of the snug design. She loved it. Like firm hands holder her hips. It accentuated all her best features and tucked away the not so best ones. As she swaggered between bustling tables she couldn't help but step to the absorbing beat. She stopped to let her eyes sweep the scene before her, "All this chaos," a smile captured her lips, "all mine".
the ceiling fan tumbled like a pinwheel throwing shadows across her face making it mimic the motions of those old movies. If this was the, she would have been a siren. Perfect for silent films, letting her eyebrows do the talking.
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