Anna could tell from first glance. From that familiar glare she got.
The woman’s red lustrous hair was let down to her shoulders, streaks of white on some areas, signifying that the woman was older than she looked, she had high cheekbones and a prominent jaw, in her brown eyes a condescending gaze that seemed to be permanently etched to her features.
She was beautiful in every sense if word and was practically the older version of May.
“Mrs. Hoult!” Diane smiled warmly at the woman and in a split second, that chilly expression morphed into one of warmth an affection.
All directed at Diane of course.
Anna was shocked by how easily the woman could curl her lips and get her eyes to crinkle in the corner in just a second.
Fascinating…
“Diane, my girl,” Mrs. Hoult said. She stepped out
