Anne was immediately stuck to her chair when she saw the lady who was approaching her and was walking with so much confidence. She was dumbfounded as she looked at her.
The woman was tall and elegant, with long, flowing hair that cascaded down her back in waves of deep brown. Her eyes glittered like emeralds, and her smile could light up the entire room. She wore a black gown, with silver heels which she walked graciously in. Her fingernails and toenails were neatly painted and polished with white nail polish and this complemented her whole dress.
As the woman approached her, Anne couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness. She had never seen someone so effortlessly beautiful and confident before.
"Anne Jones, right?" She asked, confirming that she was talking to the right person.
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