" She wouldn’t fit in at a formal ball anyway. Even if she
did find dress gloves and slippers that could hide her metal
monstrosities, her mousy hair would never hold a curl, and
she didn’t know the first thing about makeup. She would just
end up sitting off the dance floor and making fun of the girls
who swooned to get Prince Kai’s attention, pretending she
wasn’t jealous. Pretending it didn’t bother her.
Although she was curious about the food. "
― Marissa Meyer , Cinder (The Lunar Chronicles, #1)