Chapter 0114
However, Hansel looked utterly worn out. He shut his eyes to sleep, tuning out everything around him.
Out of nowhere, Luke burst out, “Wow, that’s breathtaking!”
Ingrid turned to see what he was staring at and spotted Miranda emerging from one of the beach huts. She was wearing a black two- piece bikini with a skirt, and a white chiffon scarf as draped loosely around her neck, fluttering elegantly in the sea breeze.
“Good heavens! She’s the spitting image of a Channelle muse! She’s downright stunning!” Luke blurted out.
Ingrid gave him an icy stare. “You think she’s pretty?”
Luke nodded vigorously. “Do you know the founder of Channelle, Arial
Channelle? She wore a black dress and a white veil walking down Silvershire Avenue in Franelia. The wind caught the hem of her dress and sent her veil twirling gracefully into the air-”
Ingrid clenched her jaw. “And what about me? Do you think I’m beautiful?”
“Absolutely, you’re stunning,” Luke replied instantly.
“And how do I stack up against her?”
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“Oh, it’s tough to gentleman, but if pushed, I’d say she might have the edge in looks.”
Ingrid’s expression darkened. In reality, she was tall, her complexion was fair, and her wavy hair flowed loosely down her back, lending her an effortless elegance.
By contrast, Miranda wore a modest two–piece skirted bikini with the skirt’s hem reaching her upper thighs. Moreover, it was black in color,
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which didn’t draw the eye. But Miranda’s skin was so fair that the black made her seem to glow from within.
The white chiffon scarf she donned played coy with modesty, toying with the boundary between hiding and revealing. These outsiders had probably never met a woman who so perfectly blended Hebranian. classical charm with seductive grace
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