Daria felt his hands upon her face and wondered why he did not touch her nose or mouth or the eyes that she shut for the occasion. How could he visualise all of her if he didn't have the full picture? Disgruntled she shrugged when he said she 'seemed beautiful', wanting to kick the guy in the shins for a lousey effort. If he had touched her face properly then he might actually have put some confiction behind those words. She was beautiful and she knew it. Granted her hair colour was less than normal but seriously who cared? It wasn't like he could see the flaming orange hair anyhow! She moved away from him casting the odd disparaging look his way wishing he actually had the use of his eyes, it made flirting so much easier somehow and then with a resigned sigh Daria simply stood before him again.<br/><br/><strong>"You ... did ... not ... look ... properly"</strong>she told him as again she cupped his hands and placed them on her face herself, leaving her hands on the fingers to guide them over her closed eyelids and long eyelashes, her own which she was very proud of. The amount of money other girls she knew spent on falsies was ridiculous. Over her slender unbumped nose to the full rose petal mouth beneath, covering her high cheek bones and oval face right down to her chin.<br/><strong>"Now tell me I seem beautiful"</strong>she sounded afronted but highly indignant about the matter and for the briefest of minutes was glad he couldn't see her standing in the maddening throng of people with hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently while trying to impress the blind guy with her goodlooks.