At the young age of Nine, Seth Chohen had already had his heart stolen without even realizing it. She had Brown, long hair gathered in ponytails that could not prevent some strands from falling on her face in a graceful and elegant way, clear and clean eyes unable to lie, white but not excessively white skin, slightly tanned by the sun of the recent summer of which there were still some memories in the form of grains of sand or swimming pools in lotus flower and clubs and exclusive parties that they were strictly forbidden to attend until they had been presented in society. He wore the school uniform that was always wrinkled and dusty, full of dirt from the swings, at the end of each day; She was slim, her legs gave the impression of barely supporting the rest of her body, but she always managed to run faster than the rest of the girls; lively and energetic, sometimes somewhat hysterical, with an innate lightness and a smile always on her lips, fine features that always denoted some emotion and an incredible facility to cry and laugh (which she managed to do from time to time) for whatever reason. Pure innocence. Her freckles lined perfectly across her nose.