Who now?
Phinelle scowled at the wall, hating the baby more and more every second. It was her seventeenth birthday, and she had not even received one gift. She hadn't even tried to hide her disgust when her father had told her it was a girl. She hated babies. They were pink, noisy, obnoxious, and dangerously attractive. There had to be no one more beautiful then Phinella. She was the most gorgeous girl in the kingdom-and she knew it.
Long, raven-colored tresses fell in waves to her ankles. Ice blue eyes shone like flames from beneath her long black eyelashes. Her lips were blood-red. When she smiled, lads flocked to her like ants to honey. It was magic.
Now a beauty had been born—one that rivaled her sister.
Her hair was not raven black, it was the color of the sky on a winter night-shining and soft. Her eyes were the color of the ocean, bright and sparkling. Her lips were like roses, ruby red. And her skin was creamy and white as milk. Dimples peeped out when her mother had kissed her for the first time. She was a jewel, precious and sweet. She hadn't even cried. Anger had sparked a flame of hate in Phinelle's heart. She was humiliated.