(Ellie's POV)
As a child, there was a saying Ellie couldn't understand, and even now she still didn't get it.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
That saying made no sense to her, so she dismissed it as:
"The word for the ugly."
Ellie stood before the mirror in her dorm room, which was framed with intricately carved wood. "I just love my face." She cupped her cheeks. "Oppa is so lucky to have a cutie like me as his wife."
She nodded to herself.
To prove the saying wrong, Ellie never wore makeup, not even once, and every girl thought she did. When they found out she didn't, they froze in disbelief. That alone brought her joy.
It didn't take her even a year to prove the saying false, since all eyes, regardless of how they "beheld" things, still saw her as beautiful.
And that beautiful girl was hopelessly in love.
Classes had already started an hour ago, but every time she tried to stand from the mirror, she remembered her handsome husband's face.
