the shine exudes brilliantly without falter of a dream in bloom. je t’aime, i do, oh so, love you. and how i love the rosy, ripened red that never fades, nor dies. could she be her own fairy tale. a story to tell that was never before known. immaculate illumination, and rich with envy, all that glitters, glows and let’s everyone know, yes, she is the one…and there is none other like her. royal lush and luxe, the colors that turn the rant and rave…and yet still, with all that is polished and shimmers and sparkles…there is that crystal spark that reads a line of sadness…with all the love, somehow something became broken, and all is left is the ring of red lingering token. all to say…je t’aime. i am in love…clearly, with this editorial. model sarah lights up every page. indeed, this is one for the keepsake books.