Venus and Vogue
Flipping through designs as she struts down the crowded street
Heads turn and eyes follow as the busy Manhatten street parts for her
Long, brown curls fall in ringlets by her face
She stops as the doorman hurredly straightens his hat and waves her in
She removes her pair of large black sunglasses
Revealing enchanting green eyes
"Time for business" she calls to the assistant who trails her from the door
How did a twenty two year old rise to such a high editor postition at the nation's top fashion magazine?
Well, she was very persuasive
and her eye for beauty was exceptional
she had spent the last few centuries observing it after all
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