Perfect

The daughter of a renowned priest, the sister of the largest church, with a family of friends, was fact. She's the beauty of the city, the sincerest of them all, an exceptional speaker, and extraordinary writer and listener, and most assertive, holding her ground when it was needed of her to take charge. That was what she thought of herself. Having an abundance of self-pride, balanced out with humility and overflowing charisma, it was like she knew what to do in the demand of the moment--everytime. Her iris sparkles, the forest green circumference, as if it were the windows to the beautiful wilderness and towards the pupil, the color gradually changes into a clement brown, like it was dipped in warm brown chocolate. It was difficult not to feel her aura of happiness, and witness the gleaming optimism in her eyes. That smile, that brings people together. It was almost tangible, and definitely most becoming of her, making the moment seem everlasting. She was a role model and a spectacle simultaneously, and virtually everyone held great respect for the young lady.