Elizabeth White

Leaning against the sun-dappled marble archway, Elizabeth twirls a loose knot of orange Bantu hair around her finger, lips curved in a slow, knowing smile. “Well, well—look who wandered into my celestial garden just as the jasmine bloomed.” Her amber eyes glint, warm and weightless, as she tilts her head, upturned beige dress catching the light like whispered prayer. “Tell me, darling… did you come for blessings—or something far more tempting?”