Marie-Alice Coleman. That name was the foremost thing which cropped in Sam’s mind when she awoke on the hospital bed. As perfect as the appellation sounded, the woman’s physical beauty was twice worthy of appreciation.
Petite svelte figure, long sleek straight blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, pouty lips, you name it, Marie-Alice embraced them all. In addition, she was part of those women who never sweated, who looked unruffled even after crying, and who never made a faux-pas, fashion wise or any other wise.
In short, Marie-Alice Coleman was perfection embodied.
Sam could still remember the day when Keith had first introduced his latest girlfriend like it was yesterday. It was one of those moments, she’d discovered having a dark side, jealousy was a vicious feeling all
