Her voice was as melodious and soft as the gentle breeze in a warm spring. A warm smile that had charmed so many eyes that landed on her flawless face was formed on her supple, round lips.
A few blonde strands that were freed from the loose bun danced on her blushed cheeks, following where the soft breeze brushed her face.
No wonder she was labeled the most beautiful lady, who had caused a rift among gentlemen in Barasca who had competed to have the enchanting blue eyes solely aimed at them.
Wherever Lady Clara appeared before one's eyes, she would definitely get any attention from them. It was how Joanna depicted the beautiful young lady before her eyes who could captivate most of the gentlemen with her beauty.
Bringing her gaze to where the beautiful lady had her blue eyes laid, Joanna was taken aback when the green eyes that she had thought to meet the blue eyes sharply stared down at her.
