The blazing sun beat down, its unrestrained light shrouding the approaching figure in a fiery glow.
Her long hair was swept up in an elegant bun, revealing a smooth, perfectly shaped forehead. She wore a black, cinched-waist dress. As the hot wind swept by, the hem of her skirt rippled like a gentle wave, offering a clear glimpse of a slender, pale ankle.
Her features had a certain classical beauty, with finely drawn eyebrows and a touch of red on her lips.
It was a beauty that was bold but not sharp, effortlessly capturing everyone's attention.
The women who had just been so eager to set Sydney Sawyer up on a blind date wilted the moment they saw her.
They looked as if they couldn't get away from her fast enough.
This was the daughter of the Lockwood family—
Sylvie Lockwood.
Sydney Sawyer and Jane Spencer, seeing they had a visitor, naturally rose to their feet.
