Treasure Swap

He watched her as she stepped out slowly from her Bugatti Veyron, in a pink silk threaded pencil dress, which played gently on her shoulder, while exposing the other. He zoomed in to her feet that he believed would someday fit the shoes he had assigned his shoemaker to start designing…Prince Asta was engulfed from afar he imagined that she smelled of Anni Goutal, one of the most famous perfume makers in the world…He desired a wife that knew nothing of herself but to be a princess and desire treatment as such.

Excerpt from-Treasure Swap (Short Story)

Yours truly,
Kristie F Gauthreaux

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