My face was marred by the gruesome acid attack. After that, I was the cynosure of all eyes everywhere I went. I started working at a florist's shop, thus trying to camouflage myself in the myriad of colorful flowers. That was where I first saw you.
You always used to stand against the wall outside the florist's shop and watch me. Pity and disgust were the only things I found for me in people's eyes. I expected the same from yours. One day, you walked towards me. Hiding my face behind my scarf, I had asked, "How may I help you, Sir?" The words that spilled out of your lips were, "May I have the pleasure of being accompanied by the most beautiful woman in the world?"
It seemed like you had jumped right out of a fairy-tale and