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Demi's pov

It was Anya and Her mother standing outside the door with fake bright smiles on their faces and I wondered if they had nothing better to do than pick on me.

Anya wore a bright red dress and she looked gorgeous with her straight hair and lovely face. Little wonder that Eros chose her over me, I didn't look like that. No amount of makeovers or surgeries would ever make me look like that.

I was just plain, ugly, and handicapped.

Her mother was a beautiful older version of her and she was dressed in bright colours and in her hand was a big bag that didn't match her outfit.

"What do you want here?!"

They never answered my question but instead pushed past me and maneuvered their way into the house leaving me at the door.

I closed it without protesting and walked up to meet them wondering what they had in mind and how this meeting would end.

"Oh look at all these mother." Anya huffed walking to the table and she drew out a seat, taking it, "Who would put so much work in to please