luxuryflower | DRABBLE : limited

She feasts, gorges mostly in an effort to forget herself. Not that Marguerite Gautier is unhappy, of course. No one could possibly be as happy as Marguerite, did she only not know about the fragility of happiness. It’s brittle like glass. Perhaps already broken. Because Armand loves her, passionately, sentimentally, moving her more than money ever could, but in spite of all her riches – the wealth which isn’t hers, but belongs rightly to her lovers, she cannot afford Armand. As such, they stand before each other, one equally unable to own the other – their bond all the deeper for it.