"Miss Evelyn? Hold on, Sister, I'll open the door for you."
She jumped up eagerly to open the door. Lucy and Miss Evelyn were more than just friends, and for Miss Evelyn to visit today was sufficient to make Lucy's heart flutter with excitement.
The door opened a moment later, and in its doorway stood a young lady who was so beautiful she could almost take one's breath away. If Lucy's charm was the friendly, warm girl-next-door type, then Miss Evelyn's was the exquisite elegance of a lady born to nobility. Her almond eyes, finely arched brows, and eyes as bright as starlight were enhanced by a single red dot on her forehead. She had on a flowing pale violet gown, the material rippling like mist about her as she stood and moved with poised and balanced grace, like a willowing branch in a breeze. There was an effortless nobility to her every movement.
