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

There was an undertone of condescension and mockery in the woman's tone or maybe it was all just in my head. Subconsciously, I touched my emerald necklace as I angled my visage to view the woman beside me who had made the statement. 


A large golden fascinator hat with a netted veil sat proudly atop her head and as such, her face was sufficiently hidden from me except for a pouty pair of glossy red lips. 


It was visible just inches from where the veil stopped. To me, her accessory was absolutely atrocious and a bit overdone though it perfectly complemented the black peacoat dress that adorned her lean form. 


"Thank you," I enunciated while completely ignoring her question. "Your headdress is…one of a kind." 


She seemed to bob her head and I saw her lips curl upwards momentarily. "Of course it is. In fact, I'll let you know that I first saw it in France and fell in love with it immediately. I bought an entire collection." She touched the golden veil with slender fingers. 


A Debut to Remember (Pt.3)