Fisher's nose filled with the familiar scent of incense often used by the Church as he walked into the classroom, but this time, in addition to the incense, he also smelled a faint hint of floral fragrance. He looked up and saw the enchanting Lady Anna sitting quietly in the back row of the classroom.
Perhaps because she was so exceedingly beautiful, the gentlemen beside her inevitably blushed, stealing glances in her direction, forgetting even the wives and children beside them, which provoked a sharp pain from a pinch at the waist the next moment.
Turning his head, he caught his wife's cold gaze; she looked at him, pointedly indicated his body, and then distanced herself unpleasantly with the child in her arms. This left the man awkwardly touching his head, yet he couldn't help but want to look back at the lady despite the discomfort.
She was truly stunning, like a poppy flower that intoxicated those who gazed upon her.