Lucy gave him an insulted glare. She felt sick to her stomach listening to him ramble on. Why on earth he felt the need to feed her such lies was beyond her, but she knew better than to fall for that sort of thing. She wasn't beautiful and she was quite comfortable with that fact, for the most part. Her sisters were the beauties of the family. Lucy was the sad little weed in the familys bed of roses her mother liked to say.