“She’s not who she says she is.”

Her face was painted a soft rose beneath the spotlights of sunset which embraced the grassy garden and her beneath the glycerol strands of light her hair flowed its regular ruddy golden.

“You’re right.”he uttered dismally as his eyes wandered over the soft curves of her fairlike skin and onto the colour speckled fabric of her dress which looked very much like she had walked through a renaissance painting and come out decorated with its splendor.She wore a necklace above the dress that glittered with some sunken jewel but his eye was captured by the bows on her dress which were a cinematic crimson almost impossible to miss against the green field that matched her bold lipstick which painted her teeth as she smiled into the sky and he found it utterly impossible not to smile along as he announced:”She’s better.”