The Necklace
She never had anything to make her beautiful. But then she was always told she never needed anything for that, what with her pale blue eyes and ivory, porcelain skin. But she examined herself in the mirror, she saw the flaws. She needed something. Something desperate and something vivid, anything to tear eyes away from her face, so horrid and vile in her own scrutiny. She tried everything, dainty cerise roses tied into her auburn hair. Lace blouses in colors that accentuated her light skin,... Sign in to see full entry.