The invisible woman
OK, not this invisible woman:
A friend of mine on Facebook recently posted how someone had made intrusive and rude comments about her pale skin and sunburn, which she started overthinking, which sent her into a spiral. The conversation quickly drifted to feeling invisible, wanting to be invisible, and how invisible is easier than rude comments.
I went to a small elementary/junior high school (because it was junior high back then, not "middle"). I dealt (poorly) with a "let's you and her fight" type bully for most of my childhood. Invisible is much easier. I still almost never wear makeup or jewelry. My hair is hair. My clothes are clothes.
I really like wearing costumes though. Visible without being me!
In my book, she marries an almost-invisible young man because he's the only one who offers, then it takes a while for them to fall in love.
I've just got the contract for Book 2 in my Châteaux and Shadows series with Wild Rose Press, tentatively called The Honorable Officer. The heroine is not only overlooked, her eyesight is so bad that she's mostly blind. She's always had a thing for the hero, who was married to her late cousin, a girl who was the opposite of invisible. But she doesn't really know the hero, either, past his stoic display of honor and power. The next time through edits, I will be playing up the theme of seeing and not seeing. And invisibility.
I do write other types of heroines and heroes, I promise, but seeing is a theme in many of them.
So there you go, future creators of Cliffs Notes.