Discriptive sotry on a stranger

In a Hurry
Her soft brown hair fell loosely across her freshly powdered head. Each and every hair on her head was strategically placed, each curl was flawlessly looped, and held in place with hairspray. As she franticly walked, her glossy shoes clicked the pavement, one after the other, in a hypnotic rhythm. It seemed as if she were only skimming the ground. The blazing sun beamed off of her newly polished black heals. Her sweet fragrance carried with her as she walked. It was the sent of a fresh bouquet of roses and the slight aroma of baby powder. In her fragile hand, she tightly clutche…