“I give up Madeliene! Tell me” — she grabbed both of my hands — “tell me what I should do because I don’t know!”
Of course I hadn’t been listening darling. I was distracted by the beauty of her Elie Saab dress; by the woven crystals and the layers in her skirt, which looked like it was being held with grandeur by frail hands.
She had always been a dramatic maestro, relishing drama. She did not know how to live life without conflict, without a sense of a fight; she would only sleep well at night when things were like this.
Story credit: Image via Elie Saab.