Paris in July II: The Perfect Colour and The Perfect Book

When Molly came to my mother's tea party, she left her iPhone on my end table. Knowing that she needed it to remind herself when to take her medication in the evening, I ran out to her Saab convertible where she was pulling out a silver case. "Need to put my lipstick on while driving… Continue reading Paris in July II: The Perfect Colour and The Perfect Book