"Josh, what are you saying? I am still the same woman you loved. I have not changed, only my face has, and I will find a way to make it look good again once you get me out of here," Cordelia tried to convince him. She had never actually thought it could be such a big deal to lose one's beauty to a man who claimed he loved you.
That useless human, Isabelle had a scar on her brow and didn't even look as close to as good as she did, but her cousin had still chosen her. What was the difference here that this stupid Josh couldn't overlook? Cordelia wondered in agitation.
