Lily O'Sullivan was the kind of woman people noticed the moment she walked into a room. She stood at about 5'6", her posture upright and graceful, radiating a quiet, self-assured confidence. Her skin was porcelain-fair, with a natural rosy flush in her cheeks and a fine dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. But it was her eyes… sharp, emerald green and intensely observant. Framed by long, dark lashes, they seemed to see through people.
Her thick, wavy chestnut hair flowed just past her shoulders, catching auburn glints in the light. She rarely bothered to tie it back, preferring to let the wild locks frame her face freely, as if embracing the chaos of her work.
Upon receiving the bank card, Lily's first thought was not about the workload or responsibility… no, it was about how much money was on the card, and more importantly, what kind of good food she could indulge in today. A rare smile crept across her normally stoic face, softening her features.
