Lady, you are the cruel’st she alive
If you will lead these graces to the grave
And leave the world no copy.
– (Viola to Olivia, Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, or What You Will, Act 1 Scene 5 lines 236-238)
I used to believe that the cruelest she alive was Jessica Diaz. She wasn’t the meanest, prettiest, smartest, or most popular girl in school. In fact, she was quite ordinary in nature. What made her standout was the fact that she was arguably one of the wealthiest girls and definitely one of the most outspoken girls at school. Granted her wealth was relative because we lived in a neighborhood where most parents worked two jobs to make ends meet and the picket fences were often missing spikes. But that didn’t stop Jessica. Her braces-laced smile always charmed and stung as she saw fit. Because of that, boys saw her as a trophy to be won.
For reasons unknown no one warned Mauro that Jessica was not the type of conquest you set out to make for a serious matter of the heart. It wasn’t that Jessica wasn’t worthy of such devotion; rather, it was the fact that her ego had been conditioned to accept nothing but the most insincere flattery and gaudy demonstrations of servitude. Continue reading