Zooey Deschanel Nose Job の小説・ストーリー

"Now sit down, let me work. If we're doing this, we're doing it right." Two hours later, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. My auburn hair was now jet black, cut shorter and styled in a way that made my face look sharper, harder. Zane had used the cosmetics to add subtle changes, a slightly different eyebrow shape, contouring that altered my facial structure just enough to make me look like a stranger. The green contact lenses hid my distinctive eye color. I looked older. Tougher. Like someone who belonged in an underground fighting ring.

wait, that doesn't make much sense, "Or you mean something medical?" "Something medical, you idiot. I was thinking some kind of clinic... maybe something cosmetic? Like, maybe cosmetic surgery? I know there's only one fucking cosmetic surgeon in this pack. I had to wait forever to get my nose job," she mutters mindlessly, but I gasp in complete shock. I can't believe this. "You have a nose job?!" I ask, completely flabbergasted, "What the fuck? Show me pics of the before, I need to see it before I re-marry you."

“Zoe! We were just... uh…” Rolling her eyes, Zoe strode over and crouched down beside me, gently taking my chin and examining the reddened skin on my forehead. “Let me get some cover-up on that,” she murmured, quickly digging through her makeup kit. “You too, Noah—that’s already turning into a nasty bump.” “Thanks,” I said, rising, “but I can do it myself.” Zoe let out a nearly inaudible sigh as I turned to the mirror and grabbed a stick of concealer. “Suit yourself.”

“Wow. I can’t wait to see it.” Cold hands were gently placed on my shoulders. They slowly forced it to the chair, stopping when my back hit the edge of the chair. I know there will be more to come after the engagement party. My life wouldn’t remain the same. “Look,” One of the ladies spoke, handing me a mirror. My nose appeared smaller and my lips looked even bigger than usual- Like I just came out of a plastic surgery to look more like a pin up fox. I don’t look shabby like Dalia Thompson... I look like Dalia West.. I raise my hands to trail the contour lines drawn on my face.

"Once you turn into an ugly freak, the person Elle loves most is bound to be me!" Wave after wave of blinding pain tore through me, and I came incredibly close to blacking out. Noelle had spent a literal fortune hiring professional plastic surgeons, taking three grueling years of surgeries to perfect this face of mine. Now, it was utterly ruined. Noelle would never, ever let him get away with this. "You just wait… You're a dead man walking…" I gritted out. Faris snapped, "You piece of shit, you're still running your mouth?"

“Then… we can pray for them together. Just the two of us. In the family room.” She knew now—he needed more than time. He needed help. Real help. Meanwhile, in Ontario, Canada… Madam Kingsley and Nathan stood beside Sherah as the doctor slowly removed the bandages from her face. Once finished, he handed her a mirror. Sherah stared at her reflection for a long moment, confused. She didn’t recognize the woman staring back. Her face was narrower, her nose sharper. Prettier, perhaps. But unfamiliar. The doctor turned to Madam Kingsley. “This is the best result we could achieve, considering the extent of the damage to her nose and jaw,” he explained, then quietly left the room.

I have to wait until I am done. "Open your eye and don't blink." Zoe widened my eyes with her fingers, and put the lenses in my eyes. I blinked a few times to adjust them, and I have blue eyes now. I took the black wig and with the help of Zoe, I managed to put it. My brown hair was now replaced by a black wig, my brown eyes, are blue. I looked at the mirror and gasped. Damn, I don’t even recognize myself. Blue eyes gazed at me. The long black hair cascade to the end of my back. My lips were bigger, it looks like I did botox. My make up was heavy, unlike my usual one.

“Your first look of the day!” My stomach tightened. It was a breathtaking dress, cut out at the sides to bring the focus to my legs, studded with so many diamonds I knew its glint would blind the audience. “Don’t you worry about a thing, sweetie.” She took one look at my slightly swollen and pink nose and she smirked. “This little bump. It’s nothing. Actually, Fiona thinks it adds a bit of drama! We’ll play it up with some strategic highlighting and contouring! Dare i say you should get your nose injured everyday.”

That power came not just from wealth or position, but from how you carried yourself, how others perceived you? "What about recovery time?" I asked, surprising myself with how clinical my own voice sounded. When had I started accepting this as necessary rather than extreme? "Two weeks for the initial healing. Six weeks before you're camera-ready for close-ups. We'll use minimally invasive techniques, fillers, fat transfers, thread lifts, and only minor surgical interventions." She turned back to the display, continuing her overview. "Subtle refinement of the nose bridge. Enhancement of the lips, not overfilled, just a slight increase in definition. Brow lift to open the eyes. And we'll adjust

Besides, he had a fiance, which meant that the end of this game was predictable. Zee was wearing black slip-on shoes, black skinny and extremely rugged jeans, and a red long sleeve shirt. Her long hair was center-parted and braided on each side, the braids, resting on her back. She was wearing a magnetic nose ring because she could not bring herself to have her nose pierced. Actually, she could not stand any sort of pain and was afraid of having her nose pierced. Long artificial eyelashes surrounded her brown eyes, dark eye pencil, circled her eyelids and she had on smokey eye makeup and a black shade of lipstick. She was not ready to please anyone. This was all her. It was her attention-gra