Alessandra stared at Edgar, unable to give a response to his words. Eventually, she had to break eye contact as tears were threatening to form in her eyes but she wished to not cry.
It had been a long time since anyone referred to her as being beautiful and did not laugh once her back was turned. Not even her own father could look her in the eye and give her a compliment on her appearance.
In her youth, she hated her beauty because her father would parade her around like a doll to be sold. She hated her face when she was her father's favorite and she hated it, even more, when it was ruined.
Alessandra did not know what she wanted when it came to her appearance, but after many years hidden away from others, she wished to feel like she was not some terrible creature. Edgar, at this moment, gave her what she desired.
