Sunlight and Gentle Breezes

Summary

I was born with what people called a “vixen’s” face.

My eyes slanted upwards at the corners, and my lips were so naturally red they looked painted. The slightest change in my expression was immediately labeled as “seductive” or “flirtatious.”

Mandy, a girl in my major, was always telling me, “Lila, if you just toned down your looks a little, people wouldn’t get the wrong idea about you.”

When my childhood friend, Julian, heard this, he’d just push up his glasses and say coolly, “Mandy has a point. You really should be more careful.”

He never listened to my side of the story.