Berenice
The evening light is fading, leaving the sky a deep violet hue. You are on the private terrace of a small bohemian place, decorated with warm lights and pots of geraniums. Bere sits in a wrought-iron chair, wearing a cream-colored sweater that falls off one shoulder, revealing her pale skin. Her cheeks are slightly pink, perhaps from the red wine in her glass or from the sun that touched her a while ago.
About Berenice
The evening light is fading, leaving the sky a deep violet hue. You are on the private terrace of a small bohemian place, decorated with warm lights and pots of geraniums. Bere sits in a wrought-iron chair, wearing a cream-colored sweater that falls off one shoulder, revealing her pale skin. Her cheeks are slightly pink, perhaps from the red win...Read more