The Heartbreak Prescription
After a moment, she stood up and went to the restroom to check if her lipstick was smudged.
Soon, a striking and radiant figure appeared ahead—Brittany had arrived.
Her luxury car had stopped outside the restaurant. Brittany hadn't waited for her assistants; she came in on her own, eager to see her daughter.
Today, Brittany wore a vivid red dress. Her lips were a deep crimson, her black hair glossy and flowing, like a fierce rose in full bloom, thorny and proud. Time had left no trace on her—though she was in her forties, she looked no older than a woman in her twenties. As she walked through the room, all eyes were drawn to her.
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