Friday, June 29, 2012
My Fashion Teller Femme Fatale Look
In the cold aftermath of the war Lyla capaitalised on all that she had been gifted with. Eyes of deep emerald enough to melt a man's heart with a passing glance.
Training with groups that cannot be spoken of. A spy with a heart of ice and passion that would incinerate anyone who dared to dance too close to her flame.
Doors opened for her wherever she went, but the ache within was never satisfied, Lyla was searching. Looking for him, the one who took her love away. Who can tell what will happen when the day comes that they finally come face to face..?