87. LUCAS

Do they really think I’m pretty? Arabella was much prettier than me, with her pale skin. She doesn’t have scars like me. I leaned against the doorway as I watched Angel turn this way and that to study herself in the mirror. The dress was laid out on the bed along with all the accessories. My lips twitched as I took in the black boots by the end of the bed. No matter what, she still refused to wear the heels Debora chose to go with the dress. Not that it actually mattered. The boots were a safer and much warmer choice. I wish I had bigger boobs. Maybe a flatter stomach. Maybe I should start working out. “There’s nothing wrong with your body.” Angel gasped and spun around to stare at me with wide eyes. “You’re beautiful as you are, little rabbit,” I told her. “You don’t need to change anything about yourself.” Her mouth opened and closed a few times before her eyes narrowed. “How do you know about that?” she finally questioned. I straightened and slowly made my way towards