There was no one who did not desire beauty.
Man or woman. No one enjoyed watching themselves grow old, losing opportunities simply because they were not considered attractive enough. Whether people admitted it or not, it mattered.
And Lily was no exception.
She was still young, but she liked beautiful things. It was just a shame her mother limited so many of her actions.
Every time Lily even hinted at wanting to try makeup like some of her classmates, she was immediately shut down with the same line.
"You're too young."
Too young. Too young. Too young.
Lily had heard it so many times her ears were practically bruised from it.
It did not help that ever since Michael's face had become well known, her so-called classmates had suddenly become very vocal.
"Are you sure you're related by blood?"
"That face is too much."
"He's too fine."
Lily still did not fully understand what they meant by that. What did they mean, too fine? And were you related by blood?
