She has hated that sister since she was a child.
Her beauty and purity contrasted with her own ugliness.
No matter how hard she tries, she is her sister, her foil.
She envied her and was jealous of her. She wants to be her.
She was a shadow that enveloped her, but when she finally stepped out of her shadow and saw the gaze that had only been watching her from beginning to end, was it still too late to pursue her own happiness? And is the perfect sister really without flaws?