But it was not one of them, Bess realized almost immediately, not at all. In walked one of the most beautiful girls Bess had ever laid eyes on. She was lean of stature, taller than Bess yet dainty at the same time. Coal hair fell down to her ears, and over a pair of sharp cheekbones, her eyes gleamed as green as midsummer grass. Dazed by the girl, Bess blinked stupidly. Walk up to her, she told herself, say something. Yet Bess remained where she stood, paralyzed and blushing.