WORTH 50,000: DAY FIFTEEN - Vanity

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It's a word that sat on shriveled tongues and was spat from cruel, thin lips. To them, everything about her was frivolous. No one needed plump, red cheeks and calves that gracefully flowed into delicate ankles and hair that collected the warmth of the sun and arms that were strong because they spent all of their time reaching for books and parasols and the men who covet all of the frivolous things about her. Maybe one of those things, two if God was feeling really generous, but not all of them. Why would God waste his time on such a creature? Her arrival in their little town had entirely tilted their world view, and she loved it.

Because what they didn't know is that her heart was shaped like a question mark. With every new accusation spat at her, with every new unkind admonition, it was slowly being forged into an exclamation point.