She smiled—despite the eleven years that had passed since they’d come to live here she showed hardly any signs of aging—her hair was still a deep, dark brown and her skin was still youthful and glowing with health, and the lines under her eyes were still faint unless one was very close. She was a very beautiful woman, and more than one of his friends had made comments about finding her attractive, which Lucio found very awkward and always changed the subject quickly.