I looked at my aristocratic form which hides my despair and aversion behind those walls of makeup and expensive dress.

I can see a different person there, truly gorgeous but I feel artificial. It's like a silver coating on copper.

I looked down as I walked out and looked at Christian who seemed flawless as ever.

He scanned me for a second from top to bottom and his stare made me even more uncomfortable.

I kept looking down and he asked, "What ...