Sarah was an ugly girl in a world of beautiful people. She was five years old when her tiny hand reached up to pull down a pot of boiling oil. Seventeen years later the scars were faint, but still present. From a distance most people couldn't tell. Up close, a person would notice the canvas of her face was slightly uneven and discolored. It was like the work of an impressionist painter. Subtle change to the texture, not a true representation of reality.
In response to the stares, she liked to surround herself with pretty things. Paintings, photos, videos, models. The pretty things distracted people from her. It gave them something else to stare at. She didn't wear makeup to hide her skin because the cover-up was all around her.
On the day she met Frank, he made a big mistake. One that didn't cost him his job, but it should've. Sarah walked up with her bags in hand and set it next to the director's chair with her name printed on the back. She touched the printing, noted the clich
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