Your fairy tale

               Dearest,  I have attended some of the most notoriously spent weddings in my life. Only to sit in my frou frou Et judge the bride in her fancy athliered gown Sewn by a person at the brink of her career waiting to be a Chanel.My darling Coco.
    I never had one of those. Fancy things, trails I could trip on, glass monolos if you may.Hence,  I would often watch the bride in her forever feigned smile, like the best day ever.Years later, Was it?

Maybe it was ou wasn’t. Either way It mattered not, because when daddy dearest finds you, bisou, bisou,  better hand over the Prenup. Because your fairy tale isn’t one, unless it’s stamped

You are welcome. Love will make you all homeless if not done right. I kid not.
In all ways. Exhibit 1: the Brookvilles.

I’m learning that from my dearest Sophie B.
book 4.

I scream for her bruised assets Et winded heart. Don’t ask about mr Aston, speeding  down the 495 like he owns a damn thing.

l'amour est une chienne à valentino.   Do I really have to write that?

 

  Being a writer is penning all wars, 

          Rianna Kate Shaikh