An impeccable beauty.
That was the only phrase that came to mind when Ford saw the young girl.
She was short with lustrous jet-black hair styled into two thick braids that framed her face.
The way her hair was parted in the middle gave her a symmetrical elegance which must have taken a while to get ready.
She had yellow irises that suggested a shimmer of intelligence and alertness. Her petite frame was covered by a black puffer jacket over a dark top and baggy pants.
Her facial features were so delicate yet sharp, almost giving her an air of quiet intensity.
If he wasn't at this old age, he would have gobbled her up.
He even cursed at being born decades before her because the gem he caught sight of at that moment was simply unrivaled.
If he had been younger—ah, well, never mind that. Ford sighed internally as he pushed that pervy thought aside.
His gaze then landed on that spiderweb-like tattoo etched onto her neck.
