Novel & Cerita Brie Larson Nose Job

‎A month ago, she had gone through plastic surgery to look exactly like Claire. ‎It had not been a simple cosmetic adjustment. It had been a complete reconstruction—jawline refinement, cheekbone restructuring, subtle alterations around the eyes, even the faint scar near the collarbone that Claire once had. Her father had spared no expense. Surgeons were flown in discreetly. Records were sealed. Payments were untraceable.

A few minutes later, she’d finished, and she took out a skin-colored Band-Aid and applied it to the top of my nose. "There, all done!" she said triumphantly. "What's the Band-Aid for?" I asked, angling my head towards her. She held up the mirror so that I could see my face. The bruises were still visible, but a lot less shocking than they were before. "We can tell people that you had a nose job!" she squealed.

Brian started taking off the bandage, as soon as the face appeared, she covered her face with her hand. "Come on Mandy let's see it." Dr. Brian gave her a mirror, she took the hand off her face, and there was it, looking at her lost face being restored to her, Lauren had to pay a fortune for this. "Do you like what you see?" Dr. Brian asked as the young lady admired her face in the mirror in front of her, she smiled instead of her to nod, and she closed her eyes. "Dr. Brian what is..."

Every word Brittany spoke was designed to provoke her. She took a slow breath before smiling sweetly. "And I never expected you to look like a Barbie doll, darling." She leaned in slightly, squinting as though examining Brittany's face. "Did your plastic surgeon not do your nose properly? It looks... a little crooked." The smug smile instantly vanished from Brittany's face. Almost instinctively, her hand flew to her nose. "It's natural," she snapped, glaring at Anastasia. "I never had surgery." With that, she spun on her heel and stormed away.

I yelled, my brows creasing in anxiety as my mouth gaped out. “This is the best way to go about it. If you know that you want to vanish and be completely untraceable, then think about it.” Quinn said standing with the doctor. “So…plastic surgery is the key, huh?” I let out a deep sigh, turning to face the surgeon. “I need to know what exactly I’m going to look like after this procedure,” I informed, turning to the digital display in front of us. “Of course, so we’re going to have your cheekbones come up a little, your eyes will be a bit dragged out to give you that foxy look and we do some work on the nose and the lips.” He explained as he demonstrated through little drawings on the picture

The nose was made longer, as new amounts of flesh was cut from the parts that required trimming and injected right at the peak of the nostrils. The Albino came to the shoulders, dislocated some joints, and relocated them into different sockets. He surgically lowered the elevation of both her shoulders removing a fleshy and broadly shaped woman into a more streamlined with a smaller abdomen. The chest width was reduced to three-quarters of the initial. The process was painless and lasted slightly more than twenty-four hours non-stop. She was resuscitated into a very different woman with a new name and identity. ‘How do you feel?’ the doctor asked removing the mask and the cap from his head.

But now her appearance shocked everyone. Her nose was crooked! "I can't believe it, her nose is fake!" "No wonder her nose's shape seem so perfect, it's surgically enhanced!" "My doctor suggested the same nose shape to me. Thankfully, I didn't choose it." Agnes checked on her nose upon noticing the crowd's astonished gazes. In the next moment, she let out a high-pitched scream that seemed capable of piercing eardrums. The nose she had spent 100 thousand on was now gone!

It was not his business to ask whether she would heed his advice or not. He returned to the room and found that she munched on the sliced fruits, noticing that her pale face was now etched with wrinkles. She went under the knife for a double eyelid surgery a few years ago as she wanted her eyes to resemble Hilda's. However, age was catching up on Briana and her body's recovery rate evidently slowed down to the point where those surgical marks, which had been previously covered with makeup, were now obvious. Now that she had a bare face, there was nothing much to cover.

And I would bring Danielle and Jayden down. I had already scheduled the procedure. There would be a slight change to my appearance—a few adjustments here and there. A sharper jawline, a new nose, lips that were fuller, a more youthful appearance. I didn’t care about looking younger for vanity’s sake. It was all about survival now.

VICTORIA Pain was temporary. Power was eternal. I repeated this mantra in my mind as I adjusted the nurse's scrubs in the hospital bathroom mirror, checking my reflection for the hundredth time. The face staring back at me was different. Softer. Rounder. The work of Dr. Chen's skilled hands during three emergency surgeries over the past week. New nose. New chin. Cheekbones reduced. Lips thinned. Even my eyes looked different, colored contacts turning my distinctive grey eyes to ordinary brown.