Wild Desire
The blonde girl had one arm wrapped protectively around her body so that her hand caressed her hip, while the other played nervously with a well-glossed lip.
'What do you think?’ Clare asked, stepping back from the canvas so that Francesca could have a better view. She was blinking rapidly, obviously fighting back tears. ‘It’s not that bad is it?' Clare joked nervously.
Francesca shook her head vehemently, but it was too late. The flood-gates burst open and suddenly tears were streaming down her prettily made-up face, rivers of salt water stained blue and pink with mascara and powder. Her shoulders shook as she stood there, desperately trying to stem the flow with her little hands.