No one could not marvel at John Fame. Sometimes, indeed, God seemed truly unfair.
A man from illustrious beginnings, gifted in his professional capacity, with a perfect visage, standing at the apex of the pyramid.
Lissy Lock often wondered, how could a man be so strikingly handsome?
Deep-seated eyes, a prominent nose, matched with thin lips that bespoke cold indifference.
Lissy dwelled upon him closely as if trying to etch this version of John Fame onto her heart, to be savored slowly in the years to come.
He was really handsome; every move, every action emitted class and aura, no wonder all the heiresses in Lema City were so infatuated with him.
Thinking this, Lissy began to feel relieved.
With a man like John Fame, no woman could resist his allure. One touch, and they'd invariably be entranced, unable to extricate themselves.
