I don't own Ugly Betty.
The first time I saw her, I thought I was going to be sick.
It wasn't because of the lank hair that just hung there like some dead animal.
It wasn't because of those horrible metal train tracks that she calls braces.
It wasn't even because she on a Guadalajara poncho that she obviously thought was so cool.
It was because of her looks.
The might seem confusing to you, but not to someone who lives and breathes fashion. You see, I know why she was hired. It's all because she is "the good girl" and has the seduction skills of a dead snake.
Like I couldn't have resist Daniel. Well, I probably couldn't have.
But who were they to judge? Who were they to say what Daniel and I had wasn't true love?
I know why. It's because I'm Amanda, the hopeless, ditzy secretary that hits on anything that has cash and legs.
It's because I'm Amanda, who constantly wears skimpy clothes to work, no matter if it's winter and negative fifty degrees outside.
It's because I'm Amanda, who dreams to be a model and childishly pretends to be one.
But Betty, oh no, Betty, bless her little sugary soul, is perfect.
She's sweet and caring and kind. The love she produces from her heart seems to overflow and shelter Daniel. She never does what's wrong for him, and it is a fair few times that I have seen her blow off her whole life for him, and never get something in return.
I could and would do all those things, I might even love Daniel more than she does! But I didn't get the job.
Because I'm Amanda, the beautiful, thin, seductive woman.
Being beautiful makes you bitter. I'm like ice to Daniel.
And Betty is the flame.