Goddess of Beauty
It had taken her two hours to pick out a blouse.
Linen, almost weightless as it fell over her shoulders. A rich navy to contrast the stark white of her capris; a swatch of skin revealed with each slip of her neckline. She stared into the mirror, ebony would go well with the ensemble, as would a deep tan. Of course, she couldn’t control the color of her flesh. Most of the time it was too much of a chore to even contemplate what pigment painted her complexion.
