No wallflower is she. A crusader at heart. Blonde waves dominate her stare. Don't look away, don't loose sight of the green in her eye or you'll miss it. It's fleeting but you'll find it lingers long after it's gone. Wearing lace and heavy knits she armours herself from the day and from the roll of the weeks and months. A distraction at best. The raspiness of her voice comes unexpected with words carefully chosen her actions are swiftly taken. Don't cross her in plight for there's a chance the green won't linger but sear right through instead.
Jess Gold by Bec Parsons.
Styled by Romy Frydman with Hair & Make up by Victoria Baron