"I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining." (A&E, Goldfrapp)


Trying to look good on a backless dress.
The cold was infuriating, but, still, she kept smiling. Trying to look at it with some proud reminiscence. Yes, it was a necessary effort; she needed to look good on that balcony, pretending to be looking to the endless night.
She stopped, adjusting, for a second, her dress.
The exquisite backless dress.
Everything needed to be in its right place. The careful arranged hair, which was intended to look natural, as natural as if she hadn’t spent the most of the morning thinking about it. The eyes, lips and everything else matching the bright blue of the dress. The shoes, that seemed to give a complete new dimension to the unsatisfactory height.
Yes, she was lovely.