Seawhisper chimes in. “If we want the prince as our Heartless, we’ll need to set a very pretty trap. And you’re the perfect bait!” “P-Pretty,” I sputter. “As in, pretty irritating? Or pretty loudmouthed?” “Pretty as in… Well, you’ve got a nice face,” Seawhisper says, eyes nearing my chest. “Among…other things.” “You’ve got to be kidding me. You chose me because of my—” “According to our information, he has a type, all right?” Seawhisper throws her hands up. “And you fit it!” “Listen, I’m flattered, but—”
When your chosen based on your, ahm, “qualities”
