She was the forgotten type of beautiful. She was the raw, real attractive, the kind of loveliness that shone without the makeup. Her lips drooped, the marvelous skin across it puffy and soft. Her skin was bronzed by her inheritance, by the parents of which came from the Philippians. Her hair was a darker golden, the kind of gold that glimmers with a dark shadow. Her dark, curious eyes remained shifted away from me, but mine were unceasingly trained on her. -Grace S.