For my newest fashion story, I've chosen to delve my readers into the world and envelope you guys into my thought process when I am setting up a shot and the story that is going on through my mind.
The Secret Garden
As the young woman crept through the overgrown grounds and gardens of her mysterious past, she wondered why she felt so intertwined with this secret world.
As she pulled back the thick layers of ivy on the old, creaky gate, she noticed an old strand of rubies. The familiarity struck her as odd.
When the ivy fell away, there lay an old pendant necklace, lightly draped over a panel of rotting wood. Her fingers grazed it's gleaming surface, then she pushed through the gate into the garden.
An old, dried up birdbath held a haunting crest. An emblem which stuck a cord with the girl.
In a patch of overgrown hydrangeas, there lay a pair of cream studs, aged, and worn. However, their age didn't lack the ability to send chills up her back.
Wrapped up in some pussy willows, lay a strand of jewels. A strand which happened to belong to her great grandmother..
As if the girl wasn't spooked enough, as she tiptoed further into the garden, her eyes glanced down to the shimmer of her grandmother's pearl earrings.
And then, as quick as she had gotten into the garden, the garden of the mysterious queen of the small countryside, the girl realized why her great grandmother and her daughter's jewels lay around the abandoned grounds. She WAS the queen, which meant that the young girl staring down at the portrait of her great grandmother's daughter in an old ring, was next in line!
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