He got his eyes from his father. But his were darker than August's lighter orbs. Same black thick, curly long hair with a touch of brown. Rough features. Physically-built body, and towering heights. Only he had wrinkles all over his face, yet, even so, it did nothing to hide how beautiful he was. I could even imagine him in his younger years looking so much like August. His face was vacant as he regarded me. I could understand nothing with that old facade. I became self-conscious.
Then my eyes met with the lady's brown eyes. August's soft features were from her. The eyes, the heart-shaped lips. The smoothness of the skin. My lips parted as I got struck by her beauty.
Her hair's length was above her shoulders with elegant curls on the tip. The man was in light blue long sleeves and pants
