From an objective point of view, Lucy had a good-looking face. Coupled with her excellent figure, she had been one of the prettiest and most popular girls at the university.
Hence, it was safe to say that it was incredibly unfortunate for her to ever have crossed paths with the likes of Eirwen Penrose.
Looks, poise, intellect—she was outmatched in every conceivable way. Lucy simply could not compete.
She herself was paralyzed by the presence of such a formidable rival.
Eirwen's eyes flashed with disgust at the slobbering man. "There's a necklace I like over there, honey," she said, averting her gaze from the disgusting specimen nearby. "Why don't you come and tell me what you think?"
"Sure," I nodded. However, just as I was about to turn around, the middle-aged man decided to open his
