If only she was blessed with the right genes. Or maybe had enough money. She could purchase beauty and be rid of her face and her problems. Life would be so much easier if she just had a blemish-free face. At least that's what Endzela Devades told herself. The same cold shoulder she received from teachers and classmates had given warm embraces to the perfect, picturesque people of her school. But will an encounter with a less-than-holy god change anything?