Romans & histoires Mallory Lewis Nose Job

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.”

The kind of face that belonged on the cover of financial magazines and luxury brand campaigns. That’s what today was for. Beth had personally arranged for Dr. Imran Saleh, one of the city’s most discreet and skilled cosmetic surgeons, to perform the minor jaw reduction. She’d even paid extra for confidentiality, discretion, and speed. The door to the recovery room opened. A nurse wheeled Jordan out slowly. He was groggy, eyelids fluttering, a white bandage wrapped around the lower half of his face. Beth stepped forward. “Hey, hey,” she said softly, brushing a curl of hair away from his forehead like a mother might a sleeping child. “It’s done. You did great.”

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!"

Tyron suggested that to gain Lorenzo’s attention and become close to him; we should compete with what he had—to what he wanted. It had been a month since they operated on my face. I think nothing has changed. The first point to mention was the eyes; they just layered my eyelids. To look more mature, they made my lower lip thick. They slightly pointed at the nose while the cheekbone was enlarged. Only my hair changed; they had replaced my formerly long black hair with white. I believed they dyed it. It was too white to the point that people who would see it thought it was just wig hair. “What’s going on?”

"Fixed nose? Did you get plastic surgery?" "You have a terrible memory. I've had it done for half a year now. This time was a repair," they said, poking her forehead. "You should fix your garlic nose too. Your face is ruined by your nose. My doctor is pretty good. Do you want me to introduce you?" Wren didn't know what to think. Her face turned somewhat strange, and in the end, she didn't say anything, just hugged the documents and left. Failing to persuade Wren, Stella felt a bit disappointed. Jaylene Saun hadn't come to work for days due to her injury, making Stella feel somewhat bored.

- Horus questioned him. - She wasn't content with just four ribs and bariatric surgery. – The gossip doctor said. - Did she tell her parents that she was going to have the surgery? - Horus questioned him. - She was initially normal, but she couldn't feel satisfied, there were four surgeries in a row, breast augmentation, liposuction. - He said. – Bariatric. - He said. – Modification of the face, decrease the labia of the vagina. - He said.

] Annabelle: [I know, but I'm still worried about them. Paige: [Hmm.] Annabelle: [I heard from Lisa and Milie that they're planning to get plastic surgery during winter break. Lisa thinks her eyes are too small and she wants to go for double eyelid surgery. And Millie doesn't like the shape of her lips. She wants an M-shaped lip.] Paige: [Huh.] Annabelle: [Let's persuade them, Paige.] Paige: [Persuade them about what?] Annabelle: [Persuade them not to get plastic surgery. It can become addictive, and they already look good. There should be a limit to cosmetic procedures.]

“Let’s see how things develop first. Don’t bother Rebecca right now. But keep monitoring her movements. I don’t want her slipping out of my influence.” “Yes, Sir!” Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away, in a secret plastic surgery clinic, Nora Ariana was lying on the operating table. A large lamp shone on her face, which had been marked with surgical lines. The doctor standing beside her asked, “Are you sure you want to do all the procedures at once? The recovery risk will be longer.” Nora looked at the doctor with a cold stare. “I don’t care how long it takes. I just want the result to be perfect. This face has to be completely different—so different that even my parents won’t recognize m

“You don’t need to erase yourself.” “I’m not erasing. I’m upgrading.” My smile was bitter, but I forced it anyway. “Don’t ruin my fun.” Dr. Moreau scribbled something on her tablet. “We can do a rhinoplasty, contour the bridge, refine the tip. Nothing drastic unless you want drastic.” “Drastic,” I said quickly. “I don’t want to recognize it.” She nodded once, professional. “Noted. What else?” “My back.” My throat tightened. I didn’t want to say it out loud, but I forced the words. “There are scars. Deep ones. I don’t want them there.”