Her eyes were the same deep clear pools they had always been, and her lips still trembled shyly, but overall her beauty had began to change to that of a mature woman.
As the three of us sat facing the candle amid these hushed surroundings, it began to seem as if we were the only ones left on some far edge of the world.
There was something almost mysterious about this woman. Her face had lots of wrinkles. These were the first thing to catch your age, but they didn't make her look old.