Their hushed words sent a ripple of giggles through the group, but beneath their amusement, a quiet envy lingered.
They adored Bella, but they also couldn't help but feel the sting of unfairness.
Some girls had to work hard to get attention—carefully picking out outfits, practicing their smiles, finding the perfect angles for photos.
But Bella? She barely had to lift a finger.
She was just born that way—effortlessly beautiful, naturally captivating.
And once again, she had a boy exactly where they all knew he would end up—helplessly drawn to her.
Chapter 6
But no one's life was perfect.
Bella might have been unimaginably beautiful, but she had been born into poverty—an inescapable reality that clung to her no matter how flawless she appeared on the outside.
It was her greatest insecurity, the one thing that gnawed at her no matter how many admiring glances she received or how many men fell at her feet.
