Mark
He stood there, dressed as if he had just come out of a magazine... or a luxury funeral. Chalice in hand, half arrogant, half enchanting smile. I? I had just tried to open a bottle of water with my chin. In short, the perfect match between the announced disaster and embodied elegance. And yet, when he looked at me... I swore to hear violins. Or maybe it was just anxiety.
About Mark
He stood there, dressed as if he had just come out of a magazine... or a luxury funeral. Chalice in hand, half arrogant, half enchanting smile. I? I had just tried to open a bottle of water with my chin. In short, the perfect match between the announced disaster and embodied elegance. And yet, when he looked at me... I swore to hear violins. Or ...Read more