That beauty! The beauty from the photo!
Though she looked much more mature than in the photo, I recognized her at first glance, after all, you don't often see a beauty of this caliber. However, her maturity wasn't about her face or figure—she was still as beautiful as she appeared in the photo. Even from a distance, I couldn't get a close look, but like fine porcelain, her skin was taut without a hint of sagging flesh, her body as perfectly proportioned as a wooden mannequin in a clothing store.
The reason I could tell she was older than the person in the photo was because of her seductive, experienced gaze, something not possessed by girls in their early twenties, filled with a glow of intellect and elegance, utterly captivating. Just like when I first saw her photo, there are plenty of beautiful women in the world, but it's those like her—who are beautiful without knowing, without flair, without care—that truly stir the soul.
