Emeralds joined on a silvery clasp round her neck, an embellishment of elegance. She wore a white striped shift dress; the cotton cascaded across her waif figure like cloud clothing the moon. She glowed and smiled and laughed on all the right cues. Fortune gifted the lady with blessed beauty beyond taint, and her perfectly placed auburn hair was the silver lining to her overcast doubts; a thousand golden hues that framed her porcelain features like autumn’s amber crown.
As she had half expected but was incredibly embarrassed by regardless, the boys of the evening all fell like dominoes. Each seduced by her enchanting chirp and flawless smile, and yet seductive was not quite the way to describe the lady’s mannerisms. Any warmth that she had thawed in the cold hearts of these top buttoned fellows was implicitly accidental, token proof that the girl was magical. Each gent followed the prior, and tipped the next man into a mad infatuation.
‘Thank you very kindly for a most buoyant evening, filled with merrymaking and flights of fancy!’
She said, spoken in gentle dulcet tones that met the mind like a lullaby.
She stepped through the door into the kiss of morning and the still sweet air pulled its arms around her, in a final caress from summer’s dying days.
She found her feet following the cobbled corners of the high road through, effortless and practiced like pencil tracing a map in her mind. The hour was early and the roads were silent and stationary, the shops and the cafes were just opening their eyelids. Her only companion was the Sun, which was peeking over the skyscrapers to bashfully catch a glimpse of the awakening day.
Her name was Lucy Substitute.
She was perfumed with politeness.
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