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Blanche twirled a thick lock of hair between her fingers and sighed. She was stuck in Paris, her sisters out somewhere she doesn't know, and she lives with a frumpy old woman who is a toy maker.

Blanche envied her sisters. They had that sort of charm to them that made them beautiful and appealing to others, while she was a more monotonous-looking doll. Her eyebrows were averagely shaped, her mouth couldn't turn up in a smile because she was given the normal puppet mouth. Her hair wasn't as unique as Sylvia's silver hair, or Gilde's golden hair. Blanche just had... chocolate brown. She had chocolate doe eyes, too, unlike her sister's beautiful Parisian eyes with a double-folded eyelid effect.

She just looked so... bland, very boring. But the old toy maker always said that she had the German girl appearance and loved Blanche's simple beauty.

As a doll, Blanche would never feel human emotions, but because she was special, the soul within her enabled those feelings to be slightly true to her. Gilde felt all of the emotions humans had and felt them as stronly as humans themselves did. Blanche was jealous of her, and Sylvia had the strongest emotion of love out of the three of them; she felt it more towards everyone than the three models and that also made Blanche jealous.

She only had the ugly emotions humans had. No happiness, no excitement. She only felt jealousy and loneliness.

Blanche... she got the worst deal out of the three Models... It makes her wonder why her father even created her...

"The lady says because he had three souls..." Blanche thought. The store door opened and she propped herself in the chair to look like an ordinary doll, so the customer couldn't tell the difference. "She said he wanted his whole family to live again. But why did he make me so ugly, compared to the other models?"

The customer stole a glance at Blanche, and left the store.

"Did I move my position?" Blanche watched as the man rounded the corner of the store. "No, I've been doing this for years; I couldn't have moved even the slightest! Why did he look directly at me...?"