Do they really think I’m pretty?

Arabella was much prettier than me, with her pale skin.

She doesn’t have scars like me.

I leaned against the doorway as I watched Angel turn this way and that to study herself in the mirror.

The dress was laid out on the bed along with all the accessories.

My lips twitched as I took in the black boots by the end of the bed. No matter what, she still refused to wear the heels Debora chose to go with the dress.

Not that ...