The pairing was perfect.
The color divine.
The evening, a mystery.
We were there to see the Queen, but we didn’t dare approach. Instead, we wound our way through a series of rooms and scenes where decadence bordered on debauchery, and the impending holiday season lent everything an additional sparkle. Anticipation is the greatest accessory of them all.
A woman draped only by the bubbles of a bath asked to play ‘I Spy’ with me, and said she spied something RED. I meekly answered, “Is it your heart?†She shook her head no, until I found the shot perched on the wall. The blood-red elixir of life.
Shades of vermillion and magenta, all bleeding into a tuxedo the blackest of night.
A pop of passion in a world of gray.
