Bouquet De Hongrie 100Ml

It is being prepared. It is a beautiful day. The sky is blue. She puts her bare foot on the floor and, like a dancer, walks the distance from the hall of mirrors to the dressing table. It is one of his favorite places. She likes to look pretty there. There are only flowers from the garden, and her two hands, fresh and clean, seem to twirl around her. His right hand, nimble and light, picks up the powder, then a bottle of perfume. Her left hand clutches eye shadow and nude lipstick. Next, she heads to the closet, where she chooses a light dress and fastens a rebellious strap. She puts on a pair of heels and buckles a belt. Like every morning, she goes to her balcony full of flowers. It is on the fourth floor and overlooks the Palais Royal gardens. She is happy and thinks about the day ahead, smiling.