I stared at myself in the mirror, lips pressed into a thin line as I took in the plain clothes hanging off my frame and the messy ponytail barely holding my hair together. A quiet sigh slipped out of me.
I was pretty. Of course, I knew that. But right now all I could see was someone dull, someone who faded into the background. Someone completely forgettable.
Next to Eve’s fiery red hair, the milk tea brown shade of my hair looked completely washed out. Her makeup was bold with her sharp liner, full lashes, lips in a bright, impossible-to-ignore red. Meanwhile, my features could only pull off something soft; anything heavier made me worry I’d end up looking like a clown.
And as if the contrast weren’t obvious enough, she was wearing something revealing and confidently dramatic, while I
