The Wedding Dress in Pink Ostrich Feathers
This erotic love story is told in her own voice where she disrobes her emotional weaknesses. Then faces new and dreaded decisions bringing her to an inevitable love-affair oscillating her between Madrid and Manhattan.
I walked around the house, going from one room to the other without any specific reason. I contemplated a vast, free future, imagining leaving this place that was feeling like an asylum designed for one mad woman.
"While married, I held you captive with desires you could never fulfill. As captor, I was imprisoned as well. Perhaps more so."
"You're my lighthouse in the fog, VerOnica."
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