As Steph Myers, with her sun- kissed blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders, smiled with parted lips and blue eyes that captured the essence of a tranquil scene, her long hair gently swaying in the breeze, she held fast to the worn stone step beside her, gazing upon the serene gardens below from within the historic 17th- century French monastery, where the very presence of the lovely woman in her white sundress, with delicate lace trim and a vintage brooch adorning her fitted bodice, seemed as if she had effortlessly stepped out of time itself. <lora:onryux18f06f85f23z1a93:1>