Winnie let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Oh please, like you didn't? I know all about plastic surgery—comes with being a girl who cares about looks. Don't tell me that face of yours is all natural. That nose? That mouth? Way too fake. And those double eyelids... barely healed, didn't they?"
"Are you seriously okay in the head?" Eleanor was shaking, her whole body tense with anger. She shot back, "Miss White, right? Just because you look plain doesn't mean you have to hate on someone who's prettier than you. Not everyone goes under the knife, y'know!"
"Looking bad isn't the real problem—it's being bitter on top of it that's a whole mess." She was really mad now. Normally, Eleanor was all about keeping the peace, and snide remarks weren't her thing. But Winnie had seriously crossed the l
