Mallory Lewis Nose Job の小説・ストーリー

But we often limited the activity according to the bet, and were amazingly good at staying within the boundaries of the game. Cheryl was a little pissed at me. I told her I'd given Jenny the money for her nose job, as a reward for working so hard to get me into shape. Little did I know that Cheryl also had always wanted a nose job. She got one as a Christmas present. And she got her teeth whitened. And she got the LASIK eye surgery. Dr. Barton and friends are doing all right off of us, about $26K spent, but worth it.

‎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.

Lewis nodded, "Thank you for your hard work." Lewis was eager to cure his eyes, and on that very night, the hospital brought the news that a suitable cornea had been found, and the surgery was scheduled for the day after tomorrow. This news also excited Judy, hoping for the success of the surgery. Lewis was very nervous and uneasy inside, this operation could only succeed; otherwise, the chance of regaining sight would be even higher. In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the surgery. Before the surgery began, Lewis had a private meeting with the attending doctor.

Nicholas already sitting in the guest chair, holding two cups of coffee. "You know I like black coffee with no sugar," I said while smiling. "I know," he replied, his eyes sparkling behind his round glasses. "You look tired. What surgery do you have today?" "A rhinoplasty for a conglomerate's daughter. She wants her nose higher. I told her her nose was already beautiful, but she insisted." "And you did it?" "I'm a doctor, I give patients what they want, as long as it's safe and ethical." I sighed. "Louis got in, he made it into the medical faculty."

LEO’S POV “She may have just wanted to start a new life and decided a change of identity would work well.” I crossed my leg and stoked my chin. “If that's the case, a new name would not be enough to give her a different life.” Montolo gasped, his lips parted and his eyes lit up like chrismas lights. He turned to his computer immediately. “What did you realize?” I asked him. “Plastic surgery. It's the perfect way to change your identity. Surgeries follow no specific restructure guideline but merely changes different proportions of the face, usually leave their patients with an appearance similar to a thousand different persons.”

N O E L L E A smile forms on my lips every time I see my desk name plate and how it shows my name. It’s the name that I worked hard for and dreamt of seeing every time I entered my office. Dr. Noelle Lewis Neurosurgeon It’s a mixture of happiness and bitterness every time I remember the past that helps me grow as a person. “Are you ready, Noelle?” I looked over my shoulder to see the owner of that familiar voice. It’s Maxwell.

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.

I didn’t like it when I saw it earlier on her finger—I didn’t even bother to ask where Lee was. “Yes, sure,” she said, wiping away her tears. “So, how are you coping?” I awkwardly asked, and she nodded, then the door opened—it was the doctor. “Mr. and Mrs. Clinton.” He said as he took steps towards us. Jessica had fear written all over her face. “As I mentioned, Mrs. Clinton, only the removal of the implants can solve your case, as I’m afraid they might start causing newer problems—not guaranteed.” “I don’t have the money for the surgery.”

What else did he know? “Yes. My first procedure was my nose, and slight change to my eye lids, then ears, and mouth.” I wring my hands together, placing them both between my thighs. “They’re small changes. It doesn’t make you as different as you think it does. Whatever surgery they did was minor.”

"Although my clinic is small, many celebrities come here! Eight out of ten A-list celebrities came for plastic surgery!" "Yeah, someone recommended me." Carla smiled. "I heard you weren't popular before. Things changed after you served the Thompsons' daughter?" The doctor squinted. "What are you trying to ask, miss?" "I'm just making conversation! I'm also curious about what she did to her face. Do the same for me. Maybe I'll have her life after that—getting a wealthy dad, becoming a princess!" "Haha, you're funny." The doctor put on gloves. "Ms. Thompson removed her birthmark and added a tear mole here. That's all!"