Annie Lawrence watched Porter Rushbrook aid Joanna Lawrence, in her heart continuously cursing at the siren, but deep down, she was jealous of Joanna's good luck with the opposite gender.
She didn't understand what was going on with these men.
Why were they all helping Joanna?
What was so great about Joanna, this little wretch, that any man who saw her seemed to lose their souls?
Couldn't they see that this wretch was just an innocence pretender?
She always flirted with whichever man was around.
Or was it that men just liked innocence pretenders like this?
Aside from her siren's face, what other attractive quality did the little wretch have?
These men were too superficial.
Do they fall for her just because of her face?
Does appearance really matter that much?
Annie Lawrence's gaze again fell to Joanna's porcelain-white exquisite face, jealousy flickering in the depths of her eyes, a thought flashed through her mind.
If...
She also had a face as beautiful as Joanna's?