"I'm just telling the truth, Emily." She didn't have to say it, technically speaking. But it really was the truth. Leti was more than sure that she wasn't the only person of the same opinion. She couldn't have been. "You're still selling yourself short. Your brother and I can't be the only people on this island with working eyes." Leti understood the way Emily felt. Every girl felt that way at some point or another, didn't they? Of course they did. "I remember that, yeah. And there are ways other than dressing like a whore to get you noticed. Or rather, more noticed, because I still refuse to believe that no one notices you."
"You don't need the Latina charm, chiquita. Trust me. And besides, spray tans turn you orange anyway. And hair dye? That can be a disaster. Trust me. I accidentally turned my hair magenta for a day. Not fun." All joking aside, it really wasn't something that Emily needed. She was fine as who she was, but maybe she just didn't think so. And the whole thing with Jacen...it really wasn't fair. Why did the good girls always have to get hurt? Where was the justice in that? "There's nothing saying that you aren't meant to be together. Boys are stupid by nature. It's a Y chromosome thing. He just doesn't realize what a good thing is. If you keep telling yourself that nothing can happen, nothing will happen. Have a little faith. And...if it isn't meant to be, there very well might be a happy ending right around the corner."