A brew of white peony tea later, she divulged her distress.
"I want to become a model.
"To wear creation, to become it... that has been my dream.
"However, I can't achieve it with the way I am now."
I listened with as much empathy as I had for Mailee.
"Don't you see? Don't you agree?"
She waved her arm in distress in a wide sweep.
To be honest, I had no idea.
In all honesty, I was more surprised that she wasn't a model already.
"With all due respect, I think you look quite beautiful as is."
His tone was gentle and flattering.
Quite the natural charmer, that conman.
She shook her head before hanging it.