This is my story...

Saturday, March 26, 2005

The classy wooden pine door with an arch and a golden knob attached to it unsealed slowly. The ballroom is decorated with lavishing finishes of the finest glass in town, with resplendent designs of work of famous artists around the world. The floor is carpeted with simple black but with a look of style. Tables are clothed with white silk, utensils are made of silver which reflects most of the light shone of them, giving a sparkling feel. Chairs are designed with arm rest, and with tall backs with water-filled cushions. A grand chandalier hangs in the middle of the room, and the stage is beautified with plants and flowers of roses and lilies. Guests dressed smartly and formally, mingling with one another, some holding a glass of red wine or two, while some seem to have their thoughts wondering around, eyes locking onto that giant grand entrance which a red carpet will lead to from the outside, and some just simply sit around waiting for company.

She then entered the ballroom. Dressed in white silk with satin laces tube, her dress barely covers the whole of her slender legs, which they are sunk into a pair of silver shoes burnished with glitters, some may wonder if they are refined carbon stones which reflects light so greatly to such an extent that it blinds people from lowering their heads. She has long, smooth and straight hair which reach beyond her shoulders and a little dyed with copper brown and chestnut. Her eyes sparkle like crystals, like the stars twinkle in the sky, her complexion is far beyond the mere description of words, she is tall and slim, not too tall, maybe it is due to the high heels she is wearing. As she walks along the red carpet, the gracefulness of her personality starts to surface, the gracious part of her has already shown, the lady like swings her left hand for the momentum of her cat walk gently down the aisle while her right, carrying a white and silver shiny laces handbag. Her make-up is all but thick, expressing her feminine and gorgeous exquisiteness, with that perfect figure bestowed upon her. She hangs a smile wherever she goes, mesmerizing people along the way to the middle of the ballroom.

Her entrance is grand, accompanied by a live jazz band with drumrolls, and lightings which fickle at the correct time. Not more than a second later after discovering her entry, everyone in the room stand for a moment, stunned with their jaws go down to the floor, all eyes hooked on the lady who just enter and cross the room, the glamourous and exorbitant lady with a slim figure far beyond the description of words, making her way towards a table.

As I stand across the room consorting some of my old friends, I turn around when she enters the room, staring at her for more than half a minute, not believing my eyes, what a opulent lady has arrived. I then turn around to my buddies, interrupting their conversation on stocks, telling them a sentence with profession," That's her."

Rambled by kaSh at 11:51 pm