Even after enlarging the original image, it wasn't very clear, not even a proper frontal view—it showed only half of a face, with a woman turned to the side holding a teacup, her eyes downcast in the act of preparing to drink tea.
She was dressed elegantly, and even through this photo, one could imagine the exceptionally refined temperament of this woman.
She smiled faintly, her brows and eyes gentle and poised, with a subtle and restrained makeup, yet she wasn't bland at all. Her beauty was like a classic beauty stepping out of an ancient painting, giving off an illusion that transcends time.
Not a bit more, not a bit less.
Someone who reached such a level of beauty was, unfortunately, just slightly less so than Sierra Summers' grandmother.
After all, this was Grandma Jennings in her youth, and when she adopted Sierra Summers, her aura was even more matured. Not only that, but it had an added distinctive feeling.
Time doesn't defeat a beauty; it perfects her.
