WILL I EVER LOVE AGAIN?
Her lashes were darkened, and then Lovely opened her eyes when the beautician spoke.
‘Porpora...’
Lovely did not know that word, but as the beautician pushed up a lipstick Lovely managed, without translation, to work out what it meant.
Crimson.
‘No.’ Lovely shook her head and insisted on a more neutral shade.
Oh, Lovely wanted to be back in her cocoon—she was a very unwilling butterfly indeed—but she did buy the lipstick, and on her way back to the hotel she stopped at the boutique and bought the red dress.
And then she entered the complex world of sexy shoes.
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