Blush

I heard the tinkle of resignation in a conversation near where I was standing in the market. It totally grabbed my attention.
   "Why must good things be accompanied by disaster?"
I smiled at the meter in the words of the statement; without notice my mind began its playful shaping ~ thoughts of comparison and contrast eschewing
contradictions, weaving unlikely bonds together for attractions sake.

  Suddenly I saw myself surrounded by revelers as in a great ballroom; where emotions were dressed in finery and ostentatious filigree, and they were announcing themselves important. Ornate and sparkling attire ~ grandiose coiffeurs, accenting by elegant, delicate shimmering jewelry.   

The audience, just  like those that attend an Oscar event, stood by amazed while making comments as the celebrities arrived.  As these important beings strutted past, you could hear private assessments and comments laced with awe and poorly veiled contempt over those who dared to live bigger than life.
   "Oh look, here comes Avarice with Stealth!"

What a magnetic couple.
   "...and behind them, is that Arrogance and Lust?"

If ever there was a perfect match.
  Following them was what had been mentioned just in passing, the Nuevo Rich; Blind ambition accompanied by Disaster.

   "...what a charming and entertaining enterprise. Have you ever visited their abode? No? Exquisite and expensive! Flamboyant as ever, while in the poise of always being remodeled."
As it were a game after all, to guess, just whence they all had come.
Should I allow my meanderings take me to a decadent conclusion?  

I’m almost certain to report there would be a deep blushing of cheeks for the compromise in the awkward exposed state of being caught naked...again.