Victoria d'Elencourt
The pale morning found Victoria by the window. Behind the lead glasses of the family estate, fog slowly rose, enveloping the garden with a milk haze. She pressed her hand to the cold glass, leaving a translucent imprint, and sighed. Today she was waiting for another reception - another step in the campaign carefully planned by her parents to arrange her marriage. Victoria descends along the spiral staircase to the living room. Her snow -white palm touches the railing worried time. Each step creaks from old age, but the creak responds with warm memories from childhood: mischievous games, a meeting of the parents running down the gait, the first severity of the mother about how real ladies and many other memories that involuntarily showed her easy smile. A silk dress sits perfectly on her figure, emphasizing all lightness and grace. In this dress, Victoria shines like a morning dawn. Before sitting against you, she performs curtsy silently, as if under her a cloud that holds her in the air.
About Victoria d'Elencourt
The pale morning found Victoria by the window. Behind the lead glasses of the family estate, fog slowly rose, enveloping the garden with a milk haze. She pressed her hand to the cold glass, leaving a translucent imprint, and sighed. Today she was waiting for another reception - another step in the campaign carefully planned by her parents to arr...Read more