Carina's life is affected greatly if not negatively by her facial flaws, as nobody wants much to do with her. Yet, they say don't judge a book by its cover.

   In a world where physical appearances are highly revered she finds herself struggling to keep up with these preferences which gets worse when she decides to take a job in the city, the melting pot of cultures-much to her father's chagrin.

  A few new people in her life, a wicked twist of envy and deceit and that's all it takes for her world to start crumbling all around her.

  Can she weather the storms that threatens to drown her therein and will her faith be rekindled along the line or will she lose it entirely?

Scar Red

It took a while before my eyes could concentrate on the material waving before my face. Inhaling sharply, I blinked severally, my grasp tightening on my book. 


Her head was cocked to the side as she took in the aftermath of my dazed state. She had seen me in a most vulnerable condition; spaced out and I couldn't help the visceral feelings of uneasiness that encompassed my being. 


"Miss Carina, did you look like that because you were lost in your book?" Anaïs inquired slowly. She had finally decided to start addressing me with 'Miss'. 


Normally, I wouldn't mind being addressed without any titles but Anaïs found it hard to talk to her elders without them—apparently, that was how the nuns trained them. 


I watched the girl's brows furrow as she was in serious thought before she spoke, "When I see Sister Beverly with a book she has a different look though... And if I came towards her she would look up immediately but you didn't even know I was there." 


The Turning Point