She's not show how she expected this to go either. It's all very surreal. It's still very much like a dream, but she knows that it's not.

Justine blushes again, shying away from the page. ".. I.. Well." It's just the name her mother gave her. She's never thought of her name that much. She's never thought of herself at all, really. Not in a good way, anyway.

"... thank you. I don't..."

She doesn't think she's in any way pretty at all. Her mother would often tell her it. Biggest disappointment. Why did they even bother having a second child?

"I'm... not... not very pretty, though."