As if a slap violently landed on her face, it stung like fire.
This feeling, even more intense than the night of the group formation.
She looked up at the mirror not far away, her face vividly reflected in it.
Pretty and delicate eyes filled with emotion, her tear-stained countenance appearing fragile and vulnerable, though lacking the refined look in the eyes, but carrying her unique sense of innocence.
Tiffany Lynch always knew that her looks were not stunning, but she was good at utilizing her strengths to create a fragile yet strong image that men adored.
Whether it was the past George River, or the later Jackie Qualls and Louis Snyder, they all loved this image of her.
She always held her pride, firmly believing that she would be the unique light in every man's heart.
So even when she knew about Hannah's existence, she never worried.
Hannah was indeed good looking, but she always had confidence that she was far superior.
