An ugly clown. Me? Why did I ever think he was good-looking? Truly, beauty was only skin-deep. I frowned as I opened my mouth to tell him off but no words came out. My lips only quivered as more tears came out. He shuddered and turned to the priest as if my sole appearance was threatening his life. How bad did I look? My mother had made sure I had a full coverage make-up before I got here. Did he think I was that ugly, or was he just not prepared to like me? "She can't even speak," he said to the priest in disgust. "Just wrap this up, already." "Why do you have to be so rude?" I asked, getting my voice back. I wished I could have thought of something more clever, like an insult. He gave me a once over, the displeasure on his face increasing. "Your dress, the shoes, the step, ugh," he said, more to himself than to me, like I was some bad artwork he was being forced to purchase. "How am I supposed to show you off to people? They'll laugh." Fortunately, no one else could hear hi
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