Goddess Marquesa [pronounced “Mar-key-sa” in line with a carefully reasoned rationale] looked breathtakingly alluring.
She surveyed herself critically in the mirror. The beautiful woman in the mirror stared back at her. The face was perfect, as it always had been. It was a beautiful face. Feminine. Naturally. But with that special element of the eternal female. Warm. Soft. Alluring. Possessing wisdom & character. A compelling face. Good bones – she thanked her genes for the bones. As every woman knows, having good bones – the brow, cheeks, good jaw – means always retaining a youthful look – not a young girl. Like a full bodied red wine – or a rose. Just approaching its absolute peak of perfection. After all, she wasn’t 20 any longer – thank goodness. But she sure as hell looked pretty good. Her bewitching emerald eyes, artfully made-up, were steady – intelligent, bright with the hint of a sparkle – or maybe a glint? Her generous mouth, flawlessly painted ruby-red lips, was in a state of natural repose, with the hint of a smile – a secret smile of amusement. ‘La Giaconda’ perhaps? Perhaps. Hmmm. Read more…
