Bewitching Lady She walked straight ahead not caring what was around. Not looking back once. She acted freely along with the breeze; she was like butterfly that flies everywhere she desires. Taking very little exquisite steps similar to a polished ballerina. From behind you can see her long dazzling black straight hair. As she twirled, a wind blew her way flicking her hair over her face but after a few seconds it went back to its place; as her hair gradually moved back to its designated place, near her cheeks. Her hidden face was then revealed in detail; she opened her sparkling big brown eyes that’s shades vary depending on what kind of light it was on. Looking deep into her eyes, you would see a subtle shade of brown at that very moment. Gazing more and more on her face, analysing every single detail there is. As she blinked, she showed her lengthy thick eyelashes similar to those of a spider’s delicate thread. It looked as if she was wearing seven layers of mascara. Her face was rather small and aristocratic; she had a very beautiful pale, baby white skin that resembled the finest marble everyone could have died for. Standing straight firmly, she was neither short nor tall – she was just the suitable height for her.