Her voice fit her like the satin gown she wore
Sliding sexily around all the curves of her body
Surrounding her in a smoke colored liquid shine
She held her head high but not too high
The curve of her neck was provocative
Her hair was the color of maturing honey
It fell in curls around her forehead where it escaped
The chignon
That elegant hairstyle that this event dictated
Her tall frame was exaggerated by the delicately heeled shoes she wore
She carried nothing
And she looked as though she never needed anything
She was soft but striking in this light
The candle light and mirrors reflected her beauty to the whole room
No one knew her
Many wondered who she was
But no one dared to ask
Her laugh was like the tinkling of crystal glasses
Her aura was that of mystery
She left before anyone knew who she was
An angel from the elegant past
Visiting again the place of her final toast
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