Infatuated with perfection (obsessed with perfection sequel)
"Now tell me once more, what was your motive ?" My gaze finally drifted off to the man in white. I fiddled with the thin material that was supposed to be served as a gown. I parted my lips to speak but my throat was just as dry as cotton. I wet my lips straightening up my slumped over body to speak. "She was perfect...