If Edward couldn't read minds, I think I would repress these thoughts and keep lying to myself—or maybe not. If beauty is my first trait, then honesty would be my second. After all, I doubt Esme is facing this jealousy as I isn't, even if I can't read minds like my brother, I know our mother wouldn't be dying of envy; her attribute is love—jealousy has no place in her heart. Me on the other hand, all you have to do is take the r from "pretty" and you get "petty." I don't think any other another witticism (though this really isn't a witticism) suits me better. Well, maybe simply "pretty" is a bit of a stretch, so I'll try to find something else.