A 30-year old woman, who has a really successful fiancé, an enviable job and a flawless beauty seems to be perfect. Well..In our story, she’s just not.
Lisa is on a bad temper today. She always tries to be precise at her appointments with her clients even though it looks like she’ll be late for the next one. She puts on her fingerless driving gloves quickly and grabs the keys of her car. Then, she wraps around her well-defined neck her favorite striped neon foulard, throws a lipstick in her mini shopper bag and takes off.
The yellow Lamborghini lies in the garage, glossy and noble as always. She enters and activates the engine. She’s already late and she turns up the music spitting out a curse. The radio plays a violin concert, the last one she attended on her last trip in Rome. She adds a little bit of color on her luscious lips, she straightens up her orange azalea necklace in front of the mirror and she presses persistently the accelerator with her right coral leather clog.
Thoughts keep wandering around her mind, like her forthcoming wedding during summer. She hates her in-laws, their treatment towards her and the feeling that she’s an abomination for the family, being once a woman of a lower status, a real outcast. She caresses her silk chiffon shorts trying to clear up her mind, closing her eyes for a second. When she opens them again, she realizes that there’s an obstacle lying on the ground several feet away from her. She turns the wheel right but her nerves make her lose control of the car that forms a masterful tête-à-queue, crashes on a tree and bursts into flames.
John: Your past never annoyed me. I love you no matter what, no matter what my parents think about you.
Lisa: They still believe that a dark past and a poor background of a girl who had to do sexual favors as a living will tarnish your family name.
John: Lisa..If we open a quarrel between past and present, we shall find that we have lost the future. And the future belongs to us..
A tear rolls down on her cheek, while the scenes move fast in front of her eyes. Lisa managed to escape before the collision. Now, her rounded top is totally torn and blood stains its fabric. Her last cry for help falls on deaf ears. While senses seem to abandon her, her eyelids have become too heavy to remain open. The last thing she sees before she passes out is a police officer running towards her. She’s been saved..
(product finds and photo collage by Gertrude)