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"Wear something nice and vibrant. I don't want you dressing like an old woman again. Don't embarrass me out there." Gritting my teeth, I nod. I keep on reminding myself that it's just a matter of time. After he leaves, I slide into the shower and turn it on as hot as I can tolerate. I sigh when the jet of water hits my skin. I drag my hands over my skin, laughing when I spot the concealer I applied earlier washing off me. I finger a lock of my dark brown hair with a smirk. Just a few more weeks left. I can't wait.

She continued while using her hands to cup her breasts angrily. Tammy could only continue to look at the blonde woman sadly. She remembered how Jessica used to be a confident woman. In this era, people considered tan skin more attractive and sexy than pale skin, but Jessica had absolutely no plans to get tanner. On the contrary, she was confident in her ivory skin and didn't want to change her hair color to match her light skin tone.

He said and walked into the shower and never looked back *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Thirty minutes later, Matteo had dressed up and went out for a meeting, he still insisted on me packing and I was standing in front of the mirror, packing my cosmetics into one of the hot pink leather bags. I glanced at my reflection. I looked nothing like the woman I had been just a week ago, I had been a tired stripper who used makeup to cover her eye bags, but now my skin had lightened, gotten healthy, and even plump, I even had this weird glow in my eyes.

It was also like snow under the moonlight, white and clear. Before being reborn, she even went to get a permanent tattoo on impulse. This tattoo stuck with her for 7 whole years. So for these 7 years, she had no clue how her body looked like underneath. Now that she had seen its original state, even she herself was shocked at how good her skin was. In addition, she was currently only 20 years old, the age where a girl's complexion is at its best. After peeling the mask off her face, Erika drained the murky water in the bathtub and washed her body again.

~AMARIS The cool water from the shower had done absolutely nothing to wash away the phantom heat lingering against my flesh. It was the next morning, and the heavy, gray light of dawn was just beginning to slice through the heavy curtains of my bedroom. I stood in front of the vanity mirror, my fingers trembling as I used a damp beauty sponge to press thick layers of full-coverage foundation into my cheeks. I was patching up my skin, desperately trying to conceal the sickly, pale pallor that the Silver Decay was leaving behind like a permanent stain of my mortality.