Dolores laboured under no delusions of beauty or physical attractiveness. She knew that few could consider her anything but ugly. But she was glad that the one person who did think her beautiful was Cornelius.
When his hands were on her, when they were together, she managed to forget that she was not beautiful, and imagine that there must be something that he considered good enough for him. What it was, she did not care. Really, it was unimportant.
What was important was that he wanted her, and she did not much wish to question why.