That girl seemed to be a bit too beautiful even by vampire standards.
She had pale skin like the rest of them, but hers somehow had a tint of red, like the flush after exercise. Her hair had been done in a beautiful updo, which Stella could never hope to achieve, and fell well below her waist like a golden waterfall. She had been wearing a knee length summer dress patterned with flowers, the kind that Sharp seemed to love so much.
This all was what any beautiful vampire could achieve. Stella could even argue that June was better looking than her, but what had set the girl apart from the rest of them was her poised way of walking and talking. She moved with confidence, and like she owned the place, but not in a haughty way. Her every step, every turn was graceful and looked like an elaborate dance.
On the other hand was her, Stella McCartney. The girl that she was thinking about was definitely way above average beauty standards, but Stella was clearly way below them.
She might have had beautiful skin once, but now, her skin was tanned due to her always being out in the sun, doing one reckless thing or another. Stella's face, though some might call it easy to look at, had never been called beautiful. Her eyes were a little too far apart, her nose to curvy, and her lips were too thin. Stella's lips drooped further as she cast a glance at her hair, that black nest of curly hair that Sharp had somehow managed to control before they took the flight, but was slowly returning to it's natural grandeur as her hair sneaked out of the braid and it became more and more messy. Though she never wanted to cut them, Stella sometimes hated her hair.
Lastly, Stella almost sniffed as she glanced at her posture and her clothes. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, pretty much what she always wore, and nothing that made her look like a woman or beautiful. Which was more accented by her sitting posture.
"I could almost pass off as a boy, if I cut my hair." Stella thought to herself as she looked away from the mirror and out the window towards the clear sky.
"It's not their fault, you know." Simon spoke, pulling Stella out of their thoughts. "Huh?" Stella asked, wondering what he was talking about.
"It's not their fault they aren't able to spend time with us. Den and June have been friends since they were little, so it isn't surprising that he knows almost all of the people here. And Allen, well, he's June's soulmate." Simon explained.
"Oh, that is so not what I was thinking about." Stella said, shaking her head. "Besides, I spend way too much time than healthy with the both of them anyways."
Simon frowned, "What were you thinking then?" "Cause . . . . Well, you looked very sad if truth be told." he added.
"I don't know." Stella replied with a shrug. She was wondering what to lie, when the perfect lie presented itself in Simon's mind. "It's a new place, you know. I guess, I'm just a bit uncomfortable." Stella said, "Besides, being inside is literally killing me with boredom. I so wish we could go outside. It's such a nice day." She added, to make her lie more believable.