Beauty is only skin-deep...
Prologue:
Nhaire was sitting by the side of the pool, contemplating. Her golden brown hair glistened in the sun like sparkling diamonds. Her feet trailed in the blue water, cooling them from the sun's heat. Her bright red bikini could be spotted from a mile away. She jumped in suddenly, cutting the water like a graceful swan. She was an excellent swimmer, but then again she was perfect at everything she did. She was the popular one, the one you always tried to please. The one you should never anger or there would be consequences. Big ones. She had lots of connections and could make your life a living hell with the snap of a finger. But if you looked at her from afar, she almost seemed innocent. But everyone knew better.
She was beautiful: her perfectly heart-shaped face with high,chiselled cheekbones, pouty lips,button nose, and almond-shaped blue,almost green eyes were the envy of everyone. It didn't seem fair that she had an awesome body too. Her breast were a 38D, she had an impossibly tiny waist and a perfectly rounded bottom. And she could wrap any boy around her finger. Every boy wanted her and every girl wanted to be like her. Some wondered how one person could be so perfect. "She must have some secrets...," they whispered among themselves. Perhaps they were right.... but they would never know about them.
"Nhaire!" She turned toward the direction the voice came from. It was her equally perfect mother. "Time for dinner, darling," she said, smiling at her little daughter who was the image of perfection.
"Okay, Mom," Ah, such a sweet voice with such a dark soul.
