ViktoriaAkiV

I close my eyes and breathe deeply the scent of Fleur de Rocaille... I find myself in a clearing surrounded by a forest. I don't know where I am, but that doesn't seem so important at the moment. I sit there listening to the birds...

The name "Good Girl Gone Bad" plays the following mental movie in my head: A girl (let's call her Maria) is always neatly dressed, a very good student in the upper school, maybe a candidate for the Golden Medal, the best...