She had soft Eastern Euopean features, bright eyes, rounded cheekbones and a lythe quality to her face that made her seem modelish, but wearing her age well.
For the second round, she held up the oyster shell before him, then brought it to his lips. "Ready?" "I'm wearing a Canali." "Then don't spill." She tilted the shell just as he opened his mouth wide and brushed a spot of lemon juice off his chin with her thumb.
It's a classic moment. Apollonia steps into the frame and turns her face, but stops abruptly as she sees Michael staring at her--mouth slightly open, eyes piercing, as if no one and nothing else exists in the world at that moment. He steps towards her. But she quickly turns to return to the group of Sicilian women and children she had been with. Before walking away, she offers him a last glance, letting him know she is intrigued.
The woman pulled her coat tight to her body, then nestled under his outstretched arm. He pressed his cheek against the top of her head, breathing in her scent, feeling her hair against his skin.