A Vision in Stunning_________

 Standing there, in white shirt, string tie knotted precisely, tailed coat, sleeves closed with brass cuff-links, crisp gray trousers, brown hair wildly flowing around his shoulders, his eyes sparkling, as if asking what mischief can I get into, his smile lighting up his (small) face, he turned a complete circle taking in everything in the room as everyone let out a collective gasp; he smiled shyly, as if embarrassed by their reaction. 

After all, he was only 5 years old! He was, indeed, a vision in stunning proper dress!

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