Painted Pearls
Her bronze skin and slight build, her large brown eyes, deep as evening; they had become merely a vessel for a tormented soul.
They held the capacious white bonnet between them, and the fine ribbons trailed over her fingers in a silken waterfall. Carefully it was settled upon her head, and her mother reached for the veil, that last vestige of separation between her and her husband-to-be.
‘‘Oh, but aren’t you a sight,’’ her mother sighed finally, stepping back to admire the image she had helped to create. Liziwe looked at her, one brow quirked in incredulity, as life sparked again in her eye.
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