Liv Walden:


(Excerpt from Chapter 3, All the Feels)

Liv stood in front of the narrow mirror, frowning at her reflection. Long brown hair that hung smooth and flat, a body too curvy for her own comfort, and a face that was so average as to be bland. The shirt was okay, but the skirt left far more of her legs showing than Liv felt comfortable with. Tears welled, blurring her vision.

"Wrong century, that's for damned sure."

"Liv," Xander called from the hallway. "Can I see?"

The line between her brows grew deeper. If it was anyone else, she'd say 'no', but Xander was Xander. Ever since their first university class together when they'd been two outcasts, they'd clung to each other for comfort. Where most people made Liv feel weird, Xander was strange enough in his own right that she felt like the normal one.

"Nothing to see," she snapped. "I'm not going dancing."

Portrait of Madame X, 1884
(Virginie Amélie Avegno Gautreau)
John Singer Sargent