Some sort of fuzzy stare sinking beneath unfolds. The centerpiece wrapped in a mixture of faint purple; with a touch, touch of gold. Through the silent flickers, she is peering over the tableside. It’s protruding out, almost meddlesome. While Danielle, in the other room, breathlessly yawns herself into a wonder of troubles that dash, dash her away ( Read more... )

Smile. It's only a facade.