Beautiful - infinite love

He leaned against the dressing table, lifted his head, and looked at himself in the gold-framed mirror that was fixed to the wall. He thought that no matter how many times he examined his appearance, it was difficult to see all the differences in his own features, and he felt a little strange in his mind. However, his nose was small, straight, and short. This nose alone did not change when he looked at it in the mirror, but seemed to be the color of the sun. As for the other features, he had only just noticed that they changed with his mood. However, his upper lip was thin and curved.

His lower lip was slightly curved, making him look attractive. He had a long, flowing hair that hung down from his forehead. That long, flowing hair was a light yellow. However, the rest of his hair, which hung loosely around his shoulders, was a dark brown. His eyes were wide, round, and blue-brown. They were clear, sharp, and sparkling. His eyes looked happy. Because he was happy today.

Feeling unsatisfied, he cast his eyes to the right corner of the mirror. There, he saw the shadow of his 15-year-old sister, Annie, watching him intently.

Annie looked at her sister Mary, who was wide-eyed and said, "Ma'am, you're so shy. But the way you're dressed, isn't your chest too exposed?" she said in a sharp voice.

Mary looked closely at her dress, which was made of African silk. It was a dress she had designed and made herself. The neckline was low to the shoulders. The sleeves were slightly puffy. No one who saw her said she was beautiful, but she was always praised for her figure. Her most striking features were her arms and shoulders. Her breasts were perfectly round and beautiful. There was no hollow in her chest that could hide her collarbone. Her plump flesh was yellow. That was why everyone praised her as the most beautiful girl in the whole city of Lexington.

Looking back in the mirror, she saw her sister Annie examining her bra with displeasure.

Mary smiled at her sister, opened her eyes, and said, "Don't be too young, sister. One day, my sister's breasts will grow and she will be beautiful."

Annie is just trying to impress me tonight, Ma Mary. My mother said that if Ma Mary doesn't leave tonight, she will never leave. She said that she will try not to be called by Kyin Ni tonight.

Mary turned around at Annie's rude words and said, "Mother, I wouldn't say that kind of thing, Annie."

Mary's voice was soft. But firm. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Then Mary continued, in a more subdued voice, "My sister must have overheard. I think she said that my daughter would be a matchmaker at the dinner party tonight."

Just leave it like my brother doesn't like it.

"Aren't you saying that expecting to be addicted to something and expecting to be disgusted by it?" Annie asked sarcastically.

Mary walked to the window, which overlooked the back garden and the carriage house. From the garden the lawn sloped down to the stream at the foot of the hill. When she looked up at the western sky, the twilight was bright. Above the small river Sehun, which was shaped like a rooster's tongue, the sky was a deep purple.

Mary thought about herself again. She didn't live with her real mother, but with her stepmother, Betsy Hanfrees. Her stepmother was called Ma Mae Hew. It was a little embarrassing to call her stepmother Ma.

Mary thought about how her four sisters were different from each other. Her eldest sister was Elizabeth. She was now married and living in Springfield, Illinois. Elizabeth was very much like her mother. She was friendly. She was always smiling and happy. Her mother died when Elizabeth was 7 years old. Even at a very young age, Elizabeth took care of her younger sisters like a mother. Mary's second sister was Frances, who lived with Elizabeth in Springfield. Frances was very reserved and stern. She was very secretive. When something was on her mind, she could not hide it or hide it, so she was not at all like Mary.

Mary thought again about her sister, Annie. Annie was living with her in her stepmother's house. Annie was not the kind of person who could finish a sentence.

In the large room outside, I heard footsteps moving slowly. The footsteps approached the door, and Mammy Sally opened it. Mammy Sally was a large, fat woman. Her hair was pulled back and tied in a bun, as if it were a huge forehead. Mammy Sally had a full set of lower teeth, but no upper teeth. Mammy Sally had been the one who had cared for Mary and her sisters since they were born. In fact, Mammy Sally had been the one who had cared for not only Mary but also Mary's mother. Mary's mother's name was Elizabeth. When Mary's mother Elizabeth got married, Mary's grandmother, Brother Parker, had given her a dowry. In those days, Negro slaves were often given as dowries when their children got married.

When the old, beautiful Negro woman, Mamie Sally, entered the room, she looked at Mary's dress and nodded her head in admiration. She also looked carefully at the way Mary's dress was cinched at the waist and flowed along the lower part of the dress, and Mamie Sally seemed to be impressed.

Mama Sally praised the child for wearing it, saying it was beautiful. Then Mary said that if Mama Sally liked Mary's dress, she would be happy. Mary said that she would wear the pearl necklace that her father had bought her when she returned from New Orleans.

"Mummy Sally, it's cool... It's cool, kid. Well... Well, my grandson, my first love, is so old, if he were younger, he would definitely ask my grandson to marry me tonight. Heh. Heh," she said, laughing and smiling.

Mary laughed heartily. An incident from about eight years ago came back to her mind. Eight years ago, Mary was only twelve years old. At that time, Mary's father had bought a bay horse for her daughter. A few days after she got the horse, Mary rode a mile and a half along the main road and arrived at the home of Henry Clay in Ashlyn. At that time, Mr. Clay was having dinner with some very important politicians.