Anna Victorian dressed hyper realistic

She was a vision of loveliness, her brown bonnet trimmed with fresh roses that perfumed the air around her. The tresses of her hair were neatly tucked under her bonnet, save for a few curls that escaped and caressed the back of her neck. Her fair complexion invited my admiration. “How do you do?” I asked, gazing into her blue eyes, and imagining what our future offspring might look like. “I am well, sir,” she replied. “My name is…” I was interrupted by a tall, thin gentleman, who wore the same brown hues as this enchanting lady. “Good day, sir!” He said in a brisk and curt manner, clearly intending to end my conversation with the fair lady.