The Feminine Paragon

by solaris2001

He looked up at her from the base of the sanguine marble staircase, the object of his ambitions draped in ivory taffeta seemingly haloed by the champagne light of the crystal chandelier above. Her aristocratic silhouette against the fading tapestry of The Courtship of Persephone hanging behind her blocked the goddess’s desperate and anguished expression from his view, an aesthetically unfortunate but wholly unnoticed omission for a mind such as his that found wealth and the potential for wealth most beautiful. Meeting his gaze, she successfully feigned a smile as her descending steps upset the bruises beneath her shimmering gown.