"...Secretary Green."
Brianna watched as Brianna spun around, a smile breaking across her face in the corridor light. Her own hair, eyes, and teeth caught the glow and shimmered, bright and full of life.
Brianna used to stand in front of the mirror and pick herself apart — her nose bridge was a touch too high, her lips not quite full enough... Morando would roll her eyes so hard they nearly hit the ceiling.
She stared at her, dazed.
This was, without question, the most beautiful face in the world.
Fu Tailan had draped her beauty around himself like soft silk, worn it like a white waterfall crashing down — so vivid and radiant it was almost frightening; and threading through all that light and mist was the faint, smoky smile that had always belonged to that boy.
He raised his hand, fingertips tracing lightly along the jawline that belonged to Brianna, finally coming to rest at her lips.
"You've got quite a knack for staying alive," Fu Tailan murmured.
