I’m Not Old

Fredrick's eyes lingered on Grace as he took his seat, his thoughts racing. 'So this was Grace. She was worth all the praise Jace sang about her,' he mused, taking in her appearance.

With his keen artistic eyes, his eyes glinted in admiration.

Grace was striking in a natural way. Her hair, a cascade of nude waves, framed a face that was both delicate and expressive. 

She wore minimal makeup, allowing her natural beauty to shine through, and her complexion had a healthy, radiant glow.

Her attire, which was a fitted blouse in a soft, pastel hue that complemented her skin tone, paired with a tailored skirt that accentuated her graceful figure, was elegant yet simple, reflecting her personality. 

There was an effortless sophistication about her and a quiet confidence that made her stand out.