Beautiful, and not a resident of Hollyridge. I would know her if she was. I’d never forget her face if I’d seen it before. She’s around five foot tall, give or take an inch or two. Much shorter than my six two. So much that I have to look down at her. Bright blue eyes framed by thick, dark lashes peer back at me. Her cheeks and nose are red from the cold, and snowflakes cling to her lashes. Pink, lush lips that I immediately want to kiss draw my attention. They compliment her dark, highlighted wavy hair that falls down her back.
