She closed the kitchen door, turned and looked into the young girl's eyes. She was really beautiful. She had long red hair woven with dark or black stripes. She looked like a model, but she was tiny, tiny.
She had a healthy-looking complexion only gently topped with makeup. Perfectly shaped eyebrows, small nose, a little bit of rain. Red lipstick tuned with nail polish on her groomed hands without artificial nails. She wore black minions on the front, and the dress was unzipped until she looked out of her eyes in the black lace bra, and a high-suede stiled ankle boots. In her hand she held a black modern purse with an interesting fastening. She was beautiful, no doubt. Amelia wondered if her husband had picked her up among all of them.

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