“Don’t judge a book by its cover, as oftentimes things are not as they seem.”
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~ Elizabeth ~
“Those are hydrangeas.” I turned around to see who had spoken, and there she was… Anita Baker in all her glory. She was beautiful—so beautiful that I wondered why she hadn’t joined a beauty pageant. She would’ve won without even trying. No wonder Dad was so enamored with her… though I had to admit, there was more to his love for her than just her physical appearance.
“Hi… you must be Elizabeth. I’m Anita.”
She stretched out her hand, but I simply stared, caught in a trance caused by her beauty.
“Hello?” she waved her hand in front of my face. “I know I’m beautiful, but you shouldn’t stare that hard… unless you’re gay.” She chuckled.
I blinked and finally snapped out of it.
“Hi… nice to m
