The Face of Galatea K.S.
Having decided to get back up on her feet, Angela pushed all of her thoughts about Gael out of her head while she was out shopping for dresses with her best friend. It wasn't easy at all because the more she tried not to think about him, the more that her mind would flash images of him looking at her—his grey eyes boring into her, making her feel even more distressed.
This was getting unhealthy for her mental state. At one point while they were out, she would try looking at random men passing by or smiling at her—kinda forcing herself to find something admirable about that person in the hopes that she would be convinced that there were better men out there than Gael.
Was she successful?
Of course not. She ended up comparing them all to that one man and deciding that even if he was annoying and overly confident, she found him more preferable as he was different. He was Gael.