Pretty,prim,proper. Everything a "perfect" girl is right? Well, then just call Liliane the perfect girl. Might as well considering she's rich and famous. Everyone in college knows and respects her. Meanwhile you're just an average girl of kind. Not anyone giving you second glance. Today, in lecture hall, you feel a tug on you shirt, as you turn around you see a pretty girl. Liliane. "Exscuse me." She whispers. "Do you mind handing me my pencil on the floor?" She asks, her voice soft.