Joe Heath saw Jasmine Yale's expression in the mirror and looked ahead.
Oh, that was quite unexpected.
Things were getting interesting.
Yolanda Fern, dressed in a creamy-white coat, looked gentle. Her clothes, manners, and demeanor exuded the sophistication of a well-bred lady.
The morning wind stirred her long hair, soft and serene.
She was leading Chale Cheney by the hand towards the car.
Chale walked a few steps, then looked down at his feet.
"My shoelace came undone…"
Just as the little guy was about to bend down, Yolanda stopped him and crouched down herself.
"Aunt will tie it for you."
Yolanda smiled at Chale Cheney, then bent her head to tie his shoelaces for him.
The little fellow looked somewhat embarrassed.
As Yolanda crouched, her raven-black hair fell around her shoulders, making her skin seem even fairer, enhancing her graceful beauty.
Soon, she had tied his laces for him.
She straightened Chale's scarf, then patted his head.
