#Chapter 45: True Colors

Celeste My eyes widened at Matt’s question, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The candlelit dinner had been going wonderfully until he had asked why I always wore my mask. I knew the question was inevitable, but that didn't make it any easier to answer. “I… Um…” I stammered, struggling to come up with a response. “You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to,” Matt said quickly, his eyes searching mine as if he could read the turmoil in my heart. “I just thought it was something you might want to share.” I shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. “It’s not that I don't trust you, Matt,” I said. “It’s just... I’m not attractive at all, and I know that you wouldn’t like me if I took my mask off.” He frowned, reaching across the table to take my hand. “Rose, looks don’t really matter all that much. Not to me, at least. And besides, I’m sure you have a beautiful face.” I looked down, tears spilling down my cheeks. “I’m fat, too,” I choked out, the