Beauty - FemFrance x FemTeenReader

   You stared into a mirror and sighed unhappily.
        "Ugly," you muttered, "I'm ugly. I'll never be pretty like Mama is," you bitterly added. You glared at yourself in the mirror. You never thought you were beautiful, not even close to being acceptable. Your mom, Françoise, was gorgeous. Her silky brunette hair and amethyst eyes, were simply beautiful, compared to your ugly (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. At least, that's what you thought.  You thought you were the most ugly thing on Earth. Once more, you sighed in discontent. 'Why is Mama so pretty?' you thought with a very displeased look on your face, 'she's the eight wonder of the world, she can make anybody fall for her! It's not fair!' you started to cry. With a thud, you landed on your knees, your face buried in your hands, you started to sob.
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        Click, click, click. The clicking of heels could be heard. Knowing them to be your mother's you ignored the fact that they were coming closer to you.
        "Cerise?" your mom called, using her little nickname for you, "Mon cerise? Where are you?" she called once more, obviously worried that you had done something bad to yourself. "Mon cerise." She called yet again, but in a firmer tone. You, on the other hand, just continued sobbing, hoping she wouldn't hear. Françoise walked up to your bedroom door and knocked. "(Y/N), are you alright?"
        "No." was your straightforward, blunt, and rude answer to her question. "Not. Even. Close." you snapped at the door. The door opened.
        "Why isn't my lovely daughter alright?" she asked you.
        "I'm not 'lovely'. I'm ugly." you hung your head as tears continued to fall down your face. "The only way I can be pretty is if I could be like you..." you finished. Your mother frowned at your statement.
        "No, you're not ugly," she said, kneeling down next to you, "you're a beauty in my eyes~" You shook your head. "Even Carmen and Maria  say so. Don't say you don't believe it, because you know it's true." She was right, you had heard Carmen and Maria say you were beautiful.
        "How am I beautiful?" you asked her, a bit bluntly. François sighed.
        "Well, let's see...Your (E/C) eyes are glistening gemstones-"
        "You mean like yours?" you cut in.
        "Oui, like mine. Now where was I...Ah yes. Your pretty (H/C) hair is as soft as silk -like mine-, and, you just remind me of a porcelain doll." A porcelain doll, you thought. You glanced up, towards the shelf that sat right on top of a windowsill. There stood a porcelain doll that looked like you. You thought it was gorgeous. 'Hmm, so that's how I look to Mama?'
        "Oui," she interrupted your trail of thoughts, "that's what I think you to look like, only much prettier~"