Amara stood tall amidst the sea of people, her natural beauty virtually impossible to overlook. She had skin the color of warm caramel, smooth and dewy with only a light sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose and dusted along her cheekbones. Her hair, a rich dark brown, hung in luxurious waves past her shoulders, heavier on the left side where she parted it.
Her eyes were the centerpiece of her striking visage. A deep green that appeared to shift with her mood and the light, they seemed to hold secrets and promises within their depths. They were framed by thick, dark lashes; the left one slightly longer than the rest, giving her an appearance of perpetual sleepiness that only made her more alluring.
Full, rosy lips that seemed to beg for a soft kiss, sat atop a delicate chin. Her neck, long and slender.

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