On further observation, I see a beautifully melancholy quality in Ella's eyes which makes her seem lusciously mysterious--as if her flesh can be touched, but her complex soul shall be unlocked only for a chosen few...
Or perhaps it could be unlocked by a stern college dean who must give her cheeks a paddle's worth of chastisement so she can atone for some disruptive rambunctiousness in the classroom! "We understand how some coeds are compelled to act out before their pretty peers, but such behavior, my dear Miss Hughes, cannot be tolerated!"
Ah, I ramble...! Imagining unmade movies in my head. That's what happens on my third cup of coffee sometimes.
