She was more than pretty. She was unmistakable. She was the sort who could never blend into a crowd. She was built like the quintessential pinup girl, slim and curvy. All of her clothes were elegant and neat, hanging in sweet folds and sharp creases as if they had been made just for her. Her face was delicately heart-shaped, with sparkling dark eyes and a tiny, plump mouth. Her nose was straight, perfect, and even her eyebrows seemed as if they had been sculpted for a goddess. Her hair was sleek and neon blue, usually worn in soft waves or a neat French braid. Her smile lit up the entire room better than sunshine, and when her eyes danced she was irresistable. She could never blend into a crowd.