Broken Vows
January 14th, 2007
Broken Vows
by Lliandrin
Walking into the dimly lit bar Adriana held her breath. She could not believe that she was here. Married women do not go out to bars alone, yet here she was in her sexiest dress. She was a pretty woman. Not beautiful but pretty. Tonight she looked sad and a little scared. Her long brown hair was loose about her shoulders curling delicately at the ends. Her face was a little pixieish with plump red lips and green eyes. The dress was black with spaghetti straps that left her smooth shoulders bare. It was a simple sheath made out of a frothy material that clung to her generous curves.
