“Frill, more ice please….”
chimes.
i know who it is. and i was so happy with my timing. i’m dressed in golden leather heels, black seamed stockings, a golden brocade dress with absolutely nothing underneath. It is a classic Jackie-O knock off worth every penny i paid for it. It has a matching jacket with a faux fur lined neck. My hair is rolled out and i am 5 minutes from being completely done with my make-up.
As i walk to the door i roll my blue eyeliner pencil back and forth between my manicured fingers and thumb. i open the door and smile at My King.