Bellezza
Apacci knew she wasn t beautiful, well, not in the way most people would want. She wasn t busty, neither a Lolita, all the more not a supermodel. She was a normal woman of 21, and another thing was that she wasn t that smart either.
Yeah, she supposed she was just another one. Another sigh fills her lungs. She had always been the black sheep of their clique. She s also the lowest among the four of them and speaking of the four, she meant Haribel, who had that, naturally shall we say gifted chest, Mila Rose who was a very popular supermodel, and Sun-Sun who had the beauty of a Chinese porcelain doll complete with the porcelain white skin and the dark eyes and hair to match it.
She wasn t normally this whiny. But how could she help it when Mila Rose just snatched the guy who had courted her for a month with just one night Well, this guy lasted a month, most did not. She sighed again. Perhaps she s the only normal one among them. Well not really that normal either. She s a brainless jock to most, which is quite amusing to her, because they sort of put her up as a guy. It s a lot better than being pegged as a slut as Mila Rose was. But then again it secretly wounded the hidden feminine pride within her. And yes it hurt, hurt like hell. She s always been over shadowed by the beauty of her friends. Maybe they kept her around because she accentuated their own beauty. Maybe
The guy s name was Ylfordt Grantz. He was her friend before he became her suitor or Mila Rose s lover for that matter. Perhaps he just used her to get to Mila Rose, not that it would matter anymore. The guy succumbed to Mila-Rose just like that. She had to admit the man was handsome. It was just that he didn t have the guts to stand up to Mila-Rose. It s quite an annoying fact but it s true. And therefore she couldn t avoid it from being discussed. Mila-Rose was that beautiful.
Apacci knew that the beauty she had was that of a wildflower, blooming secretly in the fields with no fragrance and no name trampled underfoot by uncaring wanderers who dares traverse those lonely fields, that is if she was beautiful at all.
However, no one seemed to notice her insecurities over it. Maybe they do and they just didn t give a damn. Or was she that good of an actress? Ruffling her blue-lustered hair, she sighed. This whining often takes a very big toll on her self esteem. But she can t help it can she? Imagine yourself being constantly compared to goddesses, for that s how she thought of them.
She sighed, ruffling her blue tinted locks again. She was never beautiful at all. She was ordinary. She was no one. But what was real beauty anyway? How do you measure it? Is it by the size of the bust, the fairness of face, the refinedness of movement? How can you say one was beautiful? Well, she had none of those. Heck, she wasn t even into make up and that girly stuff. Haribel had thought she would outgrow her childish habits. No such luck though, she kept them perfectly. Well, most of them that is.
Maybe that s it. Maybe that s the reason why she can t get any guy, maybe because she was childish. But she can t help it. That was who she is. And she can t change who she is.
Besides she was picky. Picky, picky, picky. And the guys were out for the test of their lives. Sometimes, she intentionally puts them in her friend s line of fire, just to test them on how they were in dealing with temptation. All of them succumbed.
All except him.