First spotted at cocktail hour in an Istanbul hotel. Across the terrace, she stood in a shimmering black gown, holding a martini glass like she was having her portrait painted.
My eyes went straight to her ears and the elegant black swirls that sparkled in the moonlight. They looked like golden leaves dipped in caviar, those soft spirals encrusted with brilliant black gems. Paying her a compliment meant passing through her bodyguards, so I let it go without a word. But I never forgot those earrings.
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