Lady Fe was a stunning woman, abnormally so, in fact… Each and every single one of her movements felt like that of a most holy being, an angel descended from the heavens and gracing mere mortals with her sacred presence, when she smiled, it was though time itself slowed down to appreciate the beauty of her expression, all words she spoke was an auditive blessing, soft like clouds, perhaps even softer than that…
Milo blinked a few times in quick succession before slapping himself across the face.
Similarly, his sisters seemed to be coming to their senses as well.
