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But I was. Her face was etched in my mind like a work of art - the sharp angle of her jawline, the slight upturn of her nose, the full lips that seemed to pout even when she wasn't trying. I knew every curve, every contour, every freckle on her face. My sharp eyes taking in every detail of her. The shape of her eyes, like almonds, with a sharp outer corner and a soft, rounded inner curve. The color, a deep, rich brown that seemed to sparkle, taunting me. The way her eyelashes curled slightly at the tips, like a whispered secret. The gentle slope of her forehead, the delicate arch of her eyebrows. I knew it all.

Too bad she hid those pretty eyes behind outdated glasses. Her high cheekbones curved delicately on her face, and her nose looked almost too small to hold up the frames of her glasses. Her heart-shaped lips were a luscious peach color. His close scrutiny continued, traveling past her slightly round chin, down to her long, slender neck. Her skin appeared nice and smooth, and suddenly the urge to brush his lips across that spot overwhelmed him.

“It‌’s me.” Still no‌thing. An elderly woman appear⁠ed, She sh‌uff⁠led o‍ut of her‌ apartment slo‌w⁠ly, slippe‌rs dragging sof⁠tly⁠ against t⁠he worn carpet. Sil‌ver curls framed her face, the kind of⁠ curls that seemed to hold a‌ thousand whispered stories. Her glasses s‍a⁠t heav‍y o⁠n her‍ nose, thick lenses so worn⁠ they looked like t‌he‍y belonged t‌o an‌o‌ther time.

They entered a lens shop and buy a lens in Hazel color according to her number. “Thank god. They have ready made lenses in every number and color or we would have to wait for a day or two for a single lens pair” said Min Ji keeping her hand on her chest. “Tell me about it” said Lily with a sigh of relief. Eun Ji was sleeping at every shop and Hyuna was sitting on a chair like an obedient child while Lily and Min Ji was excitedly shopping like always. They were taking some make up products when Lily’s cell phone rang and along with it, Min Ji’s cell phone also vibrated.

The elevator chimed softly before sliding open and Maria looked up. A woman in her mid-forties stepped out with quiet elegance, the kind of presence that turned heads without effort. Her hair, a rich chestnut brown, was styled in smooth waves that rested neatly over her shoulders, catching the light with every step. Her makeup was subtle but flawless—soft rose lipstick, lightly defined eyes, and perfectly shaped brows that framed her composed expression.

[Lena’s POV — The Next Morning] The soft morning light spilled through the tall windows as I sat in front of the mirror, slowly combing my hair. The black strands slid smoothly between the teeth of the comb. For a moment, the quiet rhythm almost felt peaceful. In the large mirror before me, a woman stared back. Long black hair, bright golden eyes. A face so delicate it almost looked unreal, beautiful, almost too beautiful, and yet…no matter how beautiful this face was, it would never change one simple truth.

Just like that, after 3 hours, the makeup and changing clothes were also finished. Orla Lazy is truly a gem, just through the hands of artisans, she shines brightly. She stared blankly at herself in the mirror, wondering if this was me. Her beautiful face was meticulously decorated with delicate makeup. The large, round, sparkling pigeon eyes gently blinked, revealing long eyelashes like a waterfall, delicate and tall, and red and pink succulent lips as if provocative to the viewer, inviting people to come and enjoy... Her hair was tied up neatly, leaving only a few loose bangs to make her more gentle.

So she had to fulfill her ultimate desire to seek revenge no matter what the cost. Upon arriving at her condominium, she took a glimpse of her reflection in the large mirror as she moved closer, looking at her transformed appearance. She was undeniably beautiful before, but she found herself even more captivating now. Her hazel eyes added a striking attraction to her features, accentuated by long, fluttering eyelashes and a petite, pointed nose. Her V-shaped face and luscious, rosy lips completed the picture of her enhanced beauty.

She was also endowed with various gems and jewelries that emphasized her delicate looking skin. Crystal tried to make out the identity of the woman, but as her eyes are hidden behind the midnight lenses of her sunglasses, she can’t seem to identify the woman by her eyes. They say that the eyes hold the identity, just by gazing in their eyes will anyone be able to recognize who the person is or who he or she seems to be. With those hidden, a person can be mistaken for many, for the body can be copied and imitated. “I apologize for the wait, traffic was… unbearable.” The woman commented while taking a seat which was available beside Anderson.