I saw blotchy skin, still prone to regular breakouts, stringy, blond hair and a nose noticeably crooked from being broken more than once. I saw a mouth that simply refused to smile without considerable effort, which sometimes gave my face a forlorn haggard appearance. Stepping back, I twisted my hair into a bun at my crown, did a quarter turn of my head, and faked a smile. I knew there was no possible way a man like Colin could be interested in the woman I saw in the mirror.
