Pearl was wearing a cream-colored top over a pair of denim jeans which were frayed at the hem which were matched with the sky blue working boots she held in her hands. The neckline was deep though not immodest. Her hair was packed in a neat fashion, keeping its strands out of her face, brushed to a sheen, it was also held with a cream coloured ribbon to match her top. The ribbons were her only adornment, but she managed to look gorgeous and desirable as she looked worked and sweaty.
Derek walked slowly toward her, his eyes were fixed on her face. She looked plainly beautiful, he thought.
Oh my goodness! She was hopeless — utterly hopeless —her first thought was for her flushed cheeks, her damp, rumpled hair beneath her old straw bonnet, her dusty dress and shoes, and her generally bedr
