Appearance is Everything

A plethora of guests pulled up to the Wentworths' mansion in the Hamptons to celebrate the birth of their beautiful creation, Cinnia Wentworth. All of them were assisted out of their designer cars by their personal chauffeurs. In turn, the maids and butlers of the estate carried all of the expensive gifts the guests brought inside. It wasn't like they could buy her anything that she didn't already have, but it was a courteous gesture nonetheless.

Everyone gathered in the living room where there were already people serving an assortment of drinks and hor d'oeurves. They were all dressed to the nines, as the saying went, but in comparsion to the birthday girl, they all looked like paupers.

Cinnia made her grand entrance, adorned in a gown fit for a princess. The mere sight of her was surreal, as if she were a plastic doll brought to life. Whenever she wasn't within earshot, guests spoke in hushed murmurs about how off-putting she looked, but they were sure to offer her hollow compliments whenever she approached. The conversations that were had that evening didn't dare dig deeper than the surface level. Appetites were sated, but the satisfactions among everyone remained unfulfilled.