Richie’s friends joke that Alana doesn’t meet the standards of his past beautiful girlfriends. If he’s honest, they’ve said far worse. But he can’t bear to put her name into the same sentence as such hideous words.
But is she really ugly?
Is love clouding his gaze?
He squints, tries to see what the others see. And for the briefest of moments he notices her eyes are not symmetrical and her nose is not small.
But then she smiles her crooked smile and he pities his friends; they are blind to true beauty.