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There was an innate gracefulness to the woman with raven hair streaked with silver, and eyes of the most unusual shade of amethyst, reflecting hues of a purple Cabernet Sauvignon. “Atlas, darling, how are you?” My maybe-could-be future husband rose and kissed the woman on both cheeks. “Seraphina, meet my fiancée, Liesel Brooks.
Her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, perfectly coiffed. I was reminded of Liesel’s loose braid, curls framing her pale face. Daphne finished
She laughed. “No, because of Daphne Duck, but now that you say that…she looks like a blonde duck face, doesn’t she, Orion?”
Daphne Stone and had looked her up online. She was accomplished, with an MBA from Stanford and a bachelor’s degree in oenology from UC Santa Barbara. She was blonde and absolutely stunning.
In stepped Daphne, impeccably dressed with her sleek auburn hair. Her poised demeanor felt like a stark contrast to the room's playful atmosphere.
I finally made my way to Seraphina. I was taken aback by her appearance. There was an almost ethereal quality about her that was hard to miss. Her hair, usually a rich shade of auburn, cascaded down her shoulders in loose,
I left the door handle and turned to face Daphne. Snowflakes settled on her raven-black hair, contrasting against the dark strands.