“It’s ugly, I know. But it’s a reminder,” I say, waiting for him to grimace or make a scathing remark. “It’s not ugly at all. It’s noble.” I let out a small huff. “Noble?” “It speaks to something important about your character that you wear it so proudly. I’ve never, for one moment, thought it was ugly. I remember the first time I saw you at the ball, how beautiful you were.”
