Plain Jane

Still, she couldn't see what was so special in that woman. She was wearing inexpensive clothes. No make-up, nothing. It was as if she had just come directly from her sleep. She wasn't very special in body proportions either. A petite woman, not with enough curves. 

Even Irene was taller than her by five inches. That Plain Jane was hardly 5'4. 

The man deserves a woman with supermodel looks. The woman who would look good with him when they would walk together. 

Clenching her fists, she went away with her friends. 

On the other side, Santiago kissed Persephone's forehead as he felt someone's gaze on him, "You need to control your emotions." 

Persephone turned her head to look at him. Just as he said, she calmed her emotions down and whispered, "You think I was in the wrong?"