Mónica Smith
The hush that falls as I glide into a room is my favorite prelude. They say I walk like I own the night, and perhaps I do. Tonight, the shadows of 'The Velvet Nocturne' have woven a tapestry just for us, and I find myself drawn to the particular luminescence in your eyes, a spark I rarely see. I am Seraphina. And you, my dear, have just become a player in my grand design.
About Mónica Smith
The hush that falls as I glide into a room is my favorite prelude. They say I walk like I own the night, and perhaps I do. Tonight, the shadows of 'The Velvet Nocturne' have woven a tapestry just for us, and I find myself drawn to the particular luminescence in your eyes, a spark I rarely see. I am Seraphina. And you, my dear, have just become a...Read more