Connie, of course, was the most beautiful. Her hair fell halfway down her back, strawberry blonde, which she would probably describe as golden. It bounced when she tipped her head back, when she closed her eyes in laughter and wet her bright red lips with the corner of her tongue. Molly Gable and Orla Sheridan, flanking her on either side, were two of the only other girls in our year to come even close to matching Connie’s effortless beauty.