Don't own. Never will. Wish I did probably be making bank and I do mean the original Betty La Fea. I would just lounge around with my own set of himbos. Wow have not written anything in awhile. Story set a bit in the future. Established Betty/Henry. Also written before Amanda grew a spine, I grew to like her and told off himbo.

The Pretty, the Beautiful and the Ugly

Amanda: "I'm prettier than you!"

That's all she could respond with. That was it. Nothing more. Yeah it was cruel but wasn't Betty? She had her job of working as the editor-in-chief's personal assistant. Instead she was even lower than Betty. Forced to be everyone's assistant. It was degrading. Amanda had experienced this emotion before. It was jealously. Usually she just got someone to do something for her.

Or she would seduce someone Betty cared about.

She would have taken William or Walter or whatever Bronx boy name was but she refused to sink that low.

She could take her dad, flan man, but well he did not seem like her own father.

She would have taken Henry but he was too loyal, to in love with Betty.

She would take Daniel but Betty did not want him. In that way at least.

But she was still prettier than her. She was still richer than her. She was still going home with Daniel at least every Monday. That's how Amanda would comfort herself when ever she would see Daniel and Betty settling down for a late night session.

Or when Henry would come upstairs with flowers.

Or when Betty would pull out some delicious smelling dish from her lunch sack. Pass it around to the others at her table and Amanda knew it was from Mr. Betty.

She would tell herself at least she's prettier than Betty.

Daniel would call her pretty, too. Amanda was becoming Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and any other part of the week that ended in 'day'. She was the name the most eligible bachelor in New York would call out every night of the week.

Then one Wednesday she wasn't. It was whispered but she heard it.

"Betty."

Betty? Ugly Betty?

But Betty didn't even want Daniel, like she did not want the job at Mode. Amanda however did.

Yet Betty still got both.

Both times Betty had stolen something Amanda wanted more than she thought.

She was still prettier than Betty, she told herself.

That's what she said until she overheard Daniel say, "Betty that flower looks pretty on you."

"Thanks Daniel. But pretty? That might be going to far," teased Betty.

"Beautiful then."

"Now you are over reaching."

"No, you are right, everyone can be pretty. The flower is pretty. You however are beautiful."

Betty just smiled, Daniel smiled back and Amanda realized that she was prettier but Betty was beautiful.