One day, Thaddeus brought along his young niece, Penelope.As I welcomed her, I immediately took note of her striking beauty.Penelope possessed a slender body, a heart-shaped face, delicate features, and round, luminous eyes the color of the Aegean Sea.Her hair cascaded down her back in red curls, although she wore the side tresses twisted artfully on top of her head and pinned with pearl-encrusted combs.I also noted that she wore the latest style, a pleated chiton of fine linen, embroidered at the hem with gilt thread, and cinched at the waist with a lamé mesh girdle.Around her neck she wore strands of shell pink beads, their color a match to her delicate rose cheeks.
As I did Darshak, I admired her beauty, her voice like the sound of chiming of bells, her demeanor sweet and charming.Pene
