Eliza sent Lindsey burning glares that would melt even the coldest of man. Stupid, gorgeous Lindsey, stealing Gerard away! Eliza was probably the exact opposite of Lindsey. Cold, calculating ice-blue eyes. Roughly cropped amber hair. Sickly, emaciated-looking flesh. Skinny, scrawny, even! Cheekbones pulled tight against skin, giving her face a gaunt look about it. Eliza had worked endlessly at achieving society's idea of beauty, failing to stay humane.
She had, and always would be, a lesser human than the rest of us.