Alicia had forgotten how pretty the other girl was. Ugh. That shouldn't be allowed. Pretty people were supposed to be mean so that the ugly ones could have at least got something going for them. No, this woman was opening her home to a stranger right after she got married. She was beautiful and a saint.
So. Not. Fair.
"Uh, hi, I'm Al your house guest for the time being," she said, reaching out her hand and only then realizing it was Kenneth's. Awkward. "Your house is lovely," she said, looking around the cottage. It seemed like a real home.