Beguiling eyes betrayed her glowing smile. No amount of Crest could hide an absent father and jealous mother lurking behind hazels.   She commanded attention: red stilettos, a mini skirt, legs for miles. Long fingers artfully cradled a dirty martini. She...bitter as an unpitted olive.   "This one's for Jagger,"   Her friend folded napkins … Continue reading Origami Napkins →