Roja Parfums, Risque (Creation-R)
She left two half moons of red on the mirror again. She can’t help it. She’s only trying to get closer to pretty. This morning the sun cast the top of her head in gold as she applied her tints and tricks. And so she played along, tilting her chin to the left and then to the right. She has introduced a vase of flowers into the right of the frame. They’ve all burst their buds by now and crowd the scene with pink and swollen little promises. She blinks a few more times and watches with a widening grin her favorite face come into focus.