She made a desperate grab after her self-control, and by dint of biting her lower lip very hard just saved herself from this calamity.
It was a very pleasing face that looked into her own, olive-hued, with brows as delicate as a woman's.

A thin line of black moustache outlined a mouth that was something over-sensitive.

He was certainly quite a captivating fairy prince.
Chris shook the thick hair back upon her shoulders and surveyed him with interest.

"It's getting better," she said.

"It was a horrid cut, wasn't it?
You don't know how it hurt." "But I can imagine it," he declared.