Chapter Ninety-Four: Adult Lucy

They stayed like that for a while, both gazing into each other's beautiful eyes. Bree appreciated the beauty of Andrea's eyes, the structure of her cheekbones, her soft marvelous features, her pink full, perfectly arched lips.

She remembered when she first connected their lips together. Till this moment, Bree had never seen anything more beautiful, it was the perfect time, everything was simply perfect. Andrea's young teenage brazen eyes, the beautiful, soft moonlight and the slight chill in the air, but there was nothing as beautiful as Andrea.

Until now.

This Andrea was perfect. This twenty-six years old Andrea was divine. This Andrea was the real Andrea, the teenage Andrea now tainted with passion, with lust, with greed, with obsession. This Andrea that would kill anyone that caused her any discomfort, this Andrea that was no longer afraid, this powerful woman.

This Andrea was perfect.

Her eyes were perfect.

Her cheekbones were perfect.