The Billionaire's Secret

Candace

Candace exuded a sense of immense grace and beauty, she had locks of cascading fiery red hair and stark emerald green eyes. Her face had the appearance of having been lovingly painted by a magnificent artisan. Her charming eyes were wonderfully framed by the way her exquisite brows softly arched over them. Her gorgeous porcelain skin was gently shadowed by long lashes that gracefully fluttered. Her cheekbones were beautifully shaped, giving her face a refined appearance. Her lips also had a natural pout that was velvety, inviting, and accented with a gorgeous shade of scarlet that said volumes about her appeal.She had a gorgeous voice and a great writing talent which showed in her self-written lyrics. Candace was proud of her own sense of fashion. Her gorgeous black manicured nails, which reflected her enigmatic demeanor, were always properly maintained. She preferred to keep them brief so that her dexterous fingers could dance over the pages of her journal or move fluidly across musical instruments. Her trademark was red lipstick, a daring choice that emphasized the beauty of her delicate skin and created an exquisite harmony with her flaming red hair.

Her love for music comes from her father, her mother Luna would always say as she stood plastered in front of the television when she saw her favorite band The Black Stones perform as a child. Candance knew little of her father he was the drummer of a band her mother met on one of her travels, and often wondered if he even knew of her existence and if he did why would he deliberately conceal himself from her. In her teens she would persistently try to question her mother to get some kind, any type of information on her father to find him, which of course her mother would always skillfully avoid. However, upon entering her twenties she had come to peace with the fact that she might never know who her father was and often said to herself it was probably for the best. What if she met him and loathed him? What if he was an abusive asshole and that is why her mother would always avoid talking about him at all? and what if he knew about her and deliberately ignored her? Or what if even worse he had his own family? she knew the possible answers to any of this would hurt her more than not knowing at all the pain of knowing her father had another child and chose them over her would crush her so she decided it was best for her to live her life in ignorant bliss.

Amidst the complexities of life, Candance enjoyed the mundane little things in life to make her happy like early morning walks, though not a morning person by nature. She indulged in the occasional coffee from the shop across the street from her apartment, she enjoyed watching people walk across the street from her beside window while eating one of her favorite snacks; a piece of almost burnt toast saturated with butter and a generous dollop of strawberry jam which she loved to make herself.Each mouthful turned into an indulgent gourmet experience that complemented the stunning view taking place outside. Candace took in the beauty she saw all about her, in her own reflection and in the small pleasures that made life more fulfilling. She emanated a mesmerizing aura that made an impression on the hearts and minds of everyone lucky enough to come into contact with her with every breath. She was a symphony of grace, beauty, and untapped potential, a living example of the possibilities that lay within.