Even with that dark parasol hanging over her. Autumn-colored ringlets fell softly in place on the middle of her back, her bangs framing a round face. Her eyes were dark, slathered in kohl that clung to the crescents of her lids and rode the length of luscious, dark lashes. She had a soft jawline and cherubic cheeks. And if my eyes didn’t deceive me, I could make out a few faint freckles that bridged over her nose.
