Lacy sometimes wanted to curl up and die.
She was the only non-beautiful Aphrodite child.
She had braces, and thick unruly hair, and muddy brown eyes.
Then she looked at Drew, with her gorgeous curls, at Piper with her kaleidoscope eyes, and she remembered Silena, with her overall stunning beauty.
So then when Clovis, the only boy who had ever talked to her, asked her to the fireworks, she could only stare at him in horror.
She thought it was a bet, a joke, a trick.
"Ooh, let's get Little Lacy! Ha ha!"
So she ran away and hid.
She never expected him to do what he did.
He followed her.
She couldn't even tell him how much that meant to her.