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âthank you, it is a goal of mine to do away with any vain and egotistical opinions about my appearance. i love myself too much to dress or look any certain way for anyone. you know, after winning hundreds of thousands of dollars for being beautiful it gets pretty old.â she nodded with a smile, letting valenciaâs attempts at insults roll off her back. âaw, now youâre eavesdropping on my conversations, too? iâll say, vanessa, either youâre really obsessed with me or this is your way of flirting. if the latter is true, iâll just respectfully decline right now. iâm flattered and all, but we all saw how your last relationship went and i just donât think iâm into it.â she let her smile widenâ a stranger looking in could easily mistake this smile for a genuine one, but they both knew the truth. âwell shit, weâre enemies? i thought we were besties and this was just our thing. i made you a friendship bracelet on the way here, what am i supposed to do with that now?â
"Am I really getting a lecture on vanity and egotism from a pageant queen? This level of irony rivals even Voltaire," Val shot back with laughter dripping in mock humor and malice. "Oh, not intentionally. Did you know that our ears are made to pick up on unpleasant sounds over everything else? That, and the shrill echoing nature of your voice are the only answers I have. But if it helps you to sleep at night to think that I obsess over you, who am I to suggest otherwise?" The attempt at rubbing salt in Valencia's wounds was met with an amused chuckle. "You mean where I dumped him for not being ambitious enough to keep up with me? I can see how that would be a problem for you." Had she been able to roll her eyes any harder, undoubtedly they would have fallen out of her head. "Too bad it wasn't a necklace or you could use it as a noose."













