What caught the eye was a row of beams, very old-fashioned. There were no ceilings, just exposed beams blackened by smoke and ash. On top, you could still clearly see webs of various sizes.,And she's nothing but a little country bumpkin, not even close to Cinderella.,If letting go of her own happiness could bring him a lifetime of joy, she would willingly fold her wings and give him the freedom to fly!。