We are the Belmonts.
We are perfect.
We paint perfect flowers.
We write perfect love poems.
We bake perfect raspberry pies.
We host perfect parties.
We wear perfect lace dresses.
We have perfect marriages.
We have perfect smiles.
We make perfect lies.
We have a perfect reputation to keep.
We have perfect smiles.
We make perfect lies.
We have a perfect reputation to keep.
We are the Belmonts.
We are brunette and blonde.
We are old money.
We are cocktail parties and pearls.
We are gold jewellery and wine glasses.
We are art galleries and strawberries from france.
We are red lips and white dresses.
We are roses in the snow
We are white picket fences and runny cheese.
We are dark wood and leather books.
We are knowledge and beauty.
We are ribbons and floral bedspreads.
We were salty seas and private islands.
But most importantly
We are the Belmonts.
We are liars and backstabbers.
We are actors and fakes.
We have secrets and rules.
We have history and we have future.
But you don't have to know that.
YOU ARE READING
We are Belmonts
Historical FictionBriar Belmont lives on Belmont island with the rest of the wealthy extended family in 1800s, England. The Belmonts appear perfect. They host perfect parties, have perfect marriages, wear perfect lace dresses and create perfect lies. But the Belmont...
