Lily, both hands still on her knees and chest slightly heaving, looked up at me weirdly. "When did you change your looks? Did you ever even have a heartbreak?"
"Of course not," I snickered, like such mundane inconveniences were beneath me. "I never got my heart broken. But I've broken many hearts myself. Fair maidens have cried buckets over my terrible commitment issues. This heavy burden of carrying so much beauty… I'm envious that you'll never know it, Lily."
"Are… are you calling me…" Lily pulled herself straight, lips scrunching up into a scowl. "Are you calling me ugly? You bastard!"
