Adored and admired, every young lad yearned for her hand in marriage, yet she was unattainable. She waltzes gracefully across the ballroom, switching between suitors every once in a while. She seems reserved, as the lady only smiles a reluctant grin upon greeting. Her mind seems elsewhere. It’s surprising how quickly the lady was able to regain her composure and put on a show directly after doing what she did. Expensive satin gloves covering the evidence of a crime she committed.

But follow her, see, as she steps away for “fresh air” how quickly she can let her mask fall. Only a select few know her crimes, and even fewer know her secrets. But then look how quickly the young lady puts her fake face back on and struts in nice as ever.

So, you can never really trust anyone. Everyone has a face. A show they put on in front of others. I think you’ll feel very differently about many people once you see them raw and naked.