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She almost smiled at how good the rich treatment was. She knew rich people enjoy some privilege but not up to the extent of getting their scalp massaged while getting their hair styled or getting their eyebrows carved. No wonder they always looked insanely great. All these beauty products for one body? If that person comes out ugly then that person can't be beautiful again for life.

"She has to be tall, smart, and have good character." "Looks don't matter to you?" she asked. George gave a realistic answer. "How many ugly people do you think are in this circle?" They lived in a world of wealth and power. Even if someone wasn't born with perfect looks, they could still enhance their appearance through surgery. They might not turn into breathtaking beauties, but at the very least, they wouldn't be considered unattractive. "Alright. You're done drinking after this bottle," George ordered. Rhea could accept a command like that.

At the same time, I stay at my place even after finishing my breakfast. After a moment, he walked out of his room in his formal. He wasn't handsome and not even in shape, compared to the men which I had seen in my life, but from my past mistake, I had learned that beauty was not about face, figure, look, etc., it was about personality which carries a positive mentality. Beautiful people were not always good, but good people were always beautiful. I didn't realize that I was staring at him this long until he reached near me.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

She was wearing a black miniskirt that showed off her long legs, but when she started talking and trying to start a conversation where her high ego came to light, Axel quickly thought that she was just like everyone else. —Miss Gonzalez, tell me, what are you looking for in this job? He looked at the girl in front of him. —Honestly, I'll be frank with you... Get to know you. I think you're a very interesting man, very handsome; of course it would also be interesting to work for you. She answered without hesitation, knowing that she was beautiful and brought many men to their feet and that, if she wanted to, he could also be behind her with just a snap or a simple smile.

No witchy aunt I walked to the kitchen and drank water then went to my room. I looked under my clothes and brought out the phone. I stared at the picture and smiled. Some people are born as angels. While some of us are not. I'm not saying I'm not beautiful. I am beautiful but not very beautiful. I'm just a girl with a good face. I can't be classified amongst the pretty Even Eliza is way ahead of me in beauty. That's why she gets most of the attention from both men and women

I replied "the beauty of dress increases because of the person who wears it so we need to be picky because it's both of our hardwork I can't let it go in vain" he sighed and stood from his chair he made me to sit in his chair and said "fine check yourself and choose one who can bring beauty to your dress" he took his mobile and left after saying this I'm checking one by one arghh no girl is perfect I agree they're pretty and have good figure but it's not enough for the dress she needs to be elegant and natural beauty I scrolled all the photos and finally I found a girl though not upto mark still better than all these girls

**Distant chatter coming from down the hall** Random girl #1:” God Esrath is such a dweeb; she thinks that we are friends and honestly if her parents weren't loaded, I would have hit her with my car; like ugh she is so ugly and annoying!” Random Girl #2: “I know and the way she dresses makes me want to hurl!” Macy: “I mean I am only friends with her because her parents paid me to be nice to her since I was 5, otherwise I wouldn’t even care to be around her. An extra 5k a month has been really good lately!”

But if I wanted to make him turn away from me, wouldn’t I need a woman who’s far more beautiful than me? It was not that I thought my face was exceptionally beautiful, but maybe the girl I was looking for wouldn’t stay up late at night to apply for a job opening that looked suspicious from the start. Look at these desperate people. I even used my personal account, not the company’s. But it was so easy to make them send me their personal photos. If they were THAT beautiful and sexy, shouldn’t they not have to do this? Beauty is a privilege, isn’t it? They should have a better life. Use that pretty face to become a model, an influencer or something.

“What if, instead of trying to find another top model, we consider someone who’s not a professional model at all?” Jessica raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you mean?” Emma leaned forward, her eyes lighting up as she explained. “I’m talking about finding someone who embodies the essence of what we’re trying to convey. Not someone who’s glamorous in the traditional sense, but someone who’s beautiful in a real, relatable way. A woman who exudes strength, confidence, and resilience. Someone who can evoke success, beauty, and inner strength just by being herself.” I thought about it for a moment, nodding as the idea took shape in my mind. “Someone who’s the epitome of a real woman—not so gl