... a horrible vision appeared before the eyes of the poor bride! Several women dead and covered in blood, were hung on walls like San Daniele hams ripened, but the girl who was very curious as a monkey, rather than flee immediately, he began to observe: "Well ... this seems to be pretty. eh .. I told him that Clooney did not last, everyone knew! And that those who would, Lucrezia Borgia? Oh dear, this time you are getting bread your teeth! "Even the whole floor was covered with dried blood and at one point casually to the wife of Bluebeard the key to the forbidden room fell to the ground. The girl picked it up in a hurry, dandosela-legged, but still did not know what to expect ... you get to the far side of the castle, began to think how he could do to not be discovered by her husband ... and his mind began to work earnestly ... First, he threw the dress Damask in the fire, as if instead of cloth of gold, had been bought on sale from Zara, and then began to wash the key, the first seven or eight wrecked washing machines and detergents then trying all possible and imaginable, even the hand washing of mechanical pulp , but nothing served to bring back the damn key as before. Resigned, she surrendered to await the return of Bluebeard, certain that she would do to a bad end, if you do not hurry up and come get some good ideas. In fact, after some time, the husband returned and suspicious, the first thing he asked: "My wife ... what happened to the beautiful woven gold dress that I gave you? You know it was a Versace, not a Vileda mop ! I've Zebedee's battered for weeks because the gifts and you now have to bear it?! "The girl laughed in embarrassment ... "You see dear, I was just telling my sister that you are not at all a man micragnoso, when she asked me what I could wear to the ball tonight ... did not know what to wear and ... Did I lent you know that she has only the four department stores from poor rags! ... But I did it for you, for you to go to the generous man you are! "Bluebeard" grumbled a bit, 'but then his eyes fell on the bloody shoes that his wife had casually placed near the fireplace: "And these?! "Churches incensed," how come the sole is all red like blood?! The bride stepped back frightened, "But dear ... "Replied stammering ..." I Loubutin not you remember? All these models have the red sole! Bluebeard And although it's not sconfinferasse, had to admit that this time his astuta mogliettina non si era fatta prendere in castagna... CONTINUA...
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