Burnt Paiges

CHAPTER EIGHT: THE VISITATION OF SANYA

ATTENTION THIS PART IS VERY IMPORTANT

My Dearest Emily (aka Sanya), 

I would love to wish you Happy 16th Birthday. You are my motivation, inspiration, and support. This chapter and the character, Sanya, is solely dedicated to you. I love you Queen.🙌👑✨💖💖💖.

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Her signature, effortless, pink pout was the first of her to materialize. Next came her big round eyes that blinked twice before divulging her coffee brown irises briefly. It was a secret indeed, her eyes, as not long after her lengthy lashes caged away her beautiful orbs. Then her dumpling nose formed a shallow philtrum leading to the soft angles of her cupid's bow.

All her features came together perfectly on her heart shaped face. The rush of colour surfaced to her skin, exquisite and caramel in hue, like toffee or fudge. Sweet, enough to provoke an onset of diabetes mellitus. Smooth and unblemished. The sophistication of her eyebrows would be admired upon by anyone.

Then came the extraordinary feature that freckled her nose and across her cheeks. White hearts, of different sizes. They seem to scintillate metallically. The curls of her baby hair rested on her forehead, the main body of her hair growing to a gorgeous length, curled at the ends, under her bum. Thick and healthy. She had her hair in a half pony, messy but pleasing all the while. It was like a waterfall, her hair, a dark chocolate waterfall with gold streaks flowing amongst the full body dark auburn.

Her shoulders extended to fleshy arms, toned, but not overly muscular. Her tiny wrist branched into delicate, soft fingers, adorn with expensive jewellery. She was expensive, she looked expensive. Nothing but the best, yet simple. And it was in this simplicity that made her even more magnificent. Her long nails freshly manicured and natural, about a 3 centimetres long.

She wore a tight fitted bodysuit. Pure and white. The back was bare and exposing, dipping to the formation of her round posterior. Ending just above her knees, leading to small naked feet. Her outfit also consisted of off the shoulder, long sleeves, widening at the base into a bell shape. Where it hugged at her remarkable waist, the faint outlines of her abs peeked through. And abruptly, where her waist ended, it spilled into the broad curves of her hips, thickening at the thighs.

She was short in stature, about 5'0 and of East Indian descent, but also appeared to be no older than a teen. However, she spoke with an accent and dialect only recognizable to people from the West Indies.

A/n – These are actually her natural features, except for the hearts of course, my friend is already very perfect. It may sound too good to be true but trust me, it is the truth.

"Ayo Luca, long time no see!" She chirped. Her delicate but confident voice could make a meadow of flowers bloom in an instant. The intensifying of her dimples emphasized the delight she felt. She waited for a reply, but Luca was beyond speechless.

She's so pretty! But I peed myself, looking down, he remembered his predicament.

She was floating around him now, prodding him in the head, making sure he was alive.

Her touch, it's so soft!

"Luca," she was singing his name, "I could hear your thoughts."

He blushed and it was the brightest flash of colour in the white tinted dome they were in cased in.

"I-I-I," he stuttered, humiliated.

She smirked, erupting into a giggle.

God, even her laugh is beautiful. The red concentrated at his cheeks but eventually extended to his ears. The only thing he could do to hide his embarrassment was to look down. I would give anything to disappear right now. If I could only...