I saw a "Lady" on Regent's Street today.
Her long dark wig was gently covering her beautiful face, concealing the hidden truth underneath the dramatic make-up.
Her heels were clicking along the sidewalk, making her tall figure course its way through the crowds of depressed Londoners and hyperactive tourists.
Noone noticed her, although if they had looked closer; they would've seen her sparkling eyes showing off her confidence. Or they would've seen her tiny dark hairs on her fingers, and not the glittering nailpolish, reflecting the sunlight like gold.
Her mouth was curved slightly upwards in an uncanny way.
She stopped outside my store and looked at the models in the window.
I caught her eye for a brief second.
Her smile grew wider, and she nodded.
Lighting up a cigarette, she made a toss with her head, blinked, and disappeared into the busy streets of Carnaby.
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