Meeting a future sister-in-law.

As the other women sat down and minded their manners, Sabrina remained standing, her crossed arms pinned to her chest as if they had been glued there. Respect for others was a word that was foreign to her, and she liked to show superiority, because she believed herself to be superior to most people around her.

This did not make her a bad person, it just made her unlikable to most people that met her, not that she cared much.

Phoebe's eyes roamed over the young woman, she was undeniably striking, you could see it at first glance that she had the kind of beauty that was written about in songs and poems. Her long flowing hair, which was dark blonde shimmered like molten gold, cascading down her shoulders in straight lines.

Her eyes were a captivating shade of emerald, gleam with sharpness and intelligence. Her skin was flawless, but she had a few faint freckles around her cheek bones, other than that it was like porcelain.