I pulled the silver mirror mom had brought her baby girl from under my pillow and studied myself. At least the asshole that did this to me hadn't touched my face. I was still the most beautiful girl in the city. Yeah, but Jace still won't give you the time of day.
The thought had me lowering the mirror in fury. I hated the sting of tears that formed at the corners of my eyes. So weak and pointless, but they always came when I thought of him. He was the first person to treat me like this. Even my stepdad who suspected me of trying to off his brat wasn't so cold. He kept me at arm's length sure, but he hadn't cut me off completely. Jace on the other hand acted like I didn't exist and the worst part was not knowing why.
I'd put on my best performance with him. Well, in the beginning I did,
