Paper mache dreams

A thought for a story of  a woman dreaming to get married someday .
She gets married to a rich guy.She has to be moulded and torn aprt and .Then put back together through a mixture ,dried and added as embellishment to the armour.
Like the paper mache which is used to decorate the armor.So fine yet depleted of its original texture.
Loses her identity to beautify the aromor- the armor of the house,tradition,expecttaions and role subservience..She is tamed from being wild ,spontaneous self and transformed into a lady who knows her diamonds and chiffons.
Moulded and unoriginal,just a decoration in the house.Expecetd to play all the role of a mother,wife,daughter-in-law to the hilt. Have perectly manicured nails and pedicured feet. She trots around the world with all the manners in place.She is the one who bears the brunt of the beauty the most.As if loss of identuty was'nt enough ,the paper-mache cover gets cut and torn in the war.The solid armour stays intact,proud and impervious.The harm comes to it much later.The price of war is paid by the woman first.

She then thinks of marriage as just a paper -mache dream.
It would make a good story oneday.