She looked happy and excited.
She hid the turmoil within her.
She burned and churned with suppressed rage.
She was green with jealousy.
Envy corroded her bones.
It was hard for her to keep wearing the perfect mask.
She wore a sweet, contented smile as the storm raged within her.
She resented it.
She was exhausted and depleted emotionally.
She wanted to shed off the heavy cloak of pretence, that smothered her.
She wanted to be herself, the real deal.