Romans & histoires Female 80's Movie Characters

As soon as Griffin looked over, his expression turned dark. "Cassian! I've come to realize you're really good at jinxing things!" Griffin growled. Two people could be seen about 100 feet away from the car. On the left was an old woman, well into her 70s. She wore an old, frayed hat. Her skin was sallow and wrinkled like cracked bark, with deep creases running across her face. Her eyes were extremely sunken, which made her look a little terrifying.

“You don’t have to do anything alone.” I looked at him. “Stay with me.” “I’m not going anywhere.” Roman walked toward the door, and a few moments later it opened slowly. The elderly woman from the security footage stepped inside, gray hair, kind eyes, simple clothes, exactly as she’d appeared on camera, though the footage hadn’t captured how nervous she looked now, standing just a few feet away from me. Neither of us spoke at first. Finally she smiled, sadly, her voice shaking. “So. You really do have Gerald’s eyes.”

In the hall, the housekeeper quickly walked into the old lady who was sitting on the main seat and said. "Since you're here, why are you so surprised?" The old lady wore a red robe full of joy, and her white hair was combed meticulously. Although she was over 80 years old, she took good care of him and it was hard to tell that she was already an 80-year-old woman. Especially that pair of eyes, not only was there not a trace of turbid, but they were also extremely astute! Upon hearing the news, her expression didn't change at all. However, when she saw the two of them walking in hand in hand, her eyes slightly flickered.

I was surprised when I saw the woman sitting on the edge of a small love seat. I startled her so that she leaped to her feet with a soft squeak until she saw that it was me and not Bernard. I had expected a pretty, young woman that Bernard favored sexually or perhaps one who was a good moneymaker out on the streets. Instead, I saw an elderly woman who was probably much older than she looked—and she looked pretty damn old. But she was spry and moved with the speed of someone half her age. Judging by her wrinkles and white hair, I would put her in her seventies.

Finally, some good news after so long… My shoulder bumped into something, or someone. "Oww, I'm so sorry!" I apologized, turning to the elderly woman at the entrance. In her seventy something, her aged blue eyes met mine. "Watch where are you going, young lady." Her tone was low, but it was sharp as a knife. With her grayish hair tied in a sophisticated high bun, she flaunted a dark blue full sleeved dress that rested beneath her knees. And that expensive necklace of pearls around her neck along with that look of pride on her face screamed power.

“Who were they?” “I don’t know. One of them looked like, I don’t know, like an old movie star. Like Claudette Colbert or Clara Bow or somebody. She had short dark hair and was really sexy but kinda old timey, you know? And the other one— I don’t know, man. She was like something out of a fairy tale.” “What do you mean?” “I don’t know. Like she had really long blonde hair and— I don’t know.” “What did these women do?” I asked.

And sat down, imitating his movements. When Chris brought Aunt Sharron out, he furrowed his brows and was about to ask another question. Although the young lady was in her early forties, her complexion was aged and her hair was bald. Her eye was drooping, and she was tired of moving. Prolonged body has suffered as a result of her bed rest. When he saw her, he forgot about the reason he didn't have skin burns and moved forward to hug the lady. The lady returned it with a smile, then raised her brow at Bella.

He just stared at the woman with amusement and also confusion along with the rest of guards and maids in the hall. Their face showed so many different expressions; they might be better dead right now. Instead, Sierra shook her head, and she pulled Keith back by the collar, “Stupid, bear.” The mayor still walked shakily towards her. It was clear that sooner or later, he couldn’t walk anymore. Then, Sierra stepped fast, but steady to the man. With a smile, the old man opened his arms and the woman fell into the warm hug. “Oh my god! She’s Mary?” Gray heard the nearest maids gossiping. “Wasn’t she supposed to be 90 years old? How come she still pretty and young?”

“I-I just happened to bump into Ms. Ambers while I was on my way into your office, Ma’am. I apologize for the delay.” The old maid’s tone was low, but it wasn’t quiet enough that the people around them could still hear her voice. For a rich woman like Geraldine Moore, it was so disheartening to see her doing this in public. This wasn’t the first time that she had done this, as far as I could remember, but I still could not believe that she did not have a single ounce of character development after all these years. I might have not remembered who the old maid was, but I was certain she was part of my past that I could not remember still. She seemed kind and respectful, so it hurt seeing her b

“You can't possibly be my son's wife.” The elderly woman yelled at the top of her voice. Isa just stood, dumbstruck. She had no idea that the grumpy old lady standing before her was Douglas's Mom. Nobody ever talked about her so she didn't know what she would look like. Isa gazed at the woman's face. A thick brown, rounded face with one side of her cheek steeped by wrinkles. Seeing her, made the picture of Mrs Rhoda Bennett appear in her head.