He had handsome side swept black hair, piercing brown eyes, no facial hair, straight teeth that were white as snow and a slim and muscular build with a six pack. He stood shirtless, smiling at me. " Hi. . . . My name is. . . .", I started to speak but he interrupted me. "I know exactly who you are," he said. "You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life." I was confused. He was interested in me? ! I guess you could consider me beautiful, I thought I had the appearance other girls would go under the knife and spend millions of dollars on. I had a gorgeously pearly white and straight smile, entrancing baby blue eyes, blonde long hair that went all the way down to my waist, natural long lashes, naturally plump red lips and didn't need to wear any makeup because I was naturally gifted when it came to beauty. i was wearing torn, silver jeans, with a cropped t-shirt. My grandfather and I agreed I would keep a low profile when outside of my house. As far as they knew, I was beautiful, poor girl, whose mother was a maid of a rich woman. Nobody knew I owned the beautiful mansion 10249 on Emerson drive. It was a secret.
