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Better than good, actually. That was around the time I started the procedures. I had already cut and dyed my hair, bought brown colored contacts that I wore every day, and stopped tanning. But it wasn’t enough. I started with the botox and fillers. Then, I saved up for a nose job. A chin implant. A thread lift to change the shape of my eyes. I lived five years like that, slowly morphing myself into a woman who never existed. I was no longer Deirdre—Deirdre had died in that greenhouse. I was Katya, the kind, thoughtful governess with no sordid past to speak of.

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.

"Take him in." Boyce could tell that he was in a bad mood, so he just led the way for the plastic surgeon and let him enter the room to see "Janelle". After listening to Boyce's introduction, the doctor brought some tools with him when he came. He used the light to check 'Janelle' nose, which was transparent. He touched her cheeks, lower chin, forehead, eyes with his hands and checked every part of her face. "There is a stuffing on the nose bone. She has opened canthus, ground bones, and fixed teeth. She has done a lot of surgeries, and almost all the five sense organs have been modified..."

"Is it very difficult to raise the bridge of your nose?" Marcus choked. Sonnet’s eyes lit up as she looked at Lindy. "What do you mean?" Lindy nodded slowly. "Speaking of this, our entertainment reporters know more than you do. Plastic surgery and beauty treatments are no longer something new. Not to mention the bridge of her nose, it's not impossible for her to change her face! Yves is already in her fifties, but she has maintained her appearance very young. I don't believe that she hasn't done any medical beauty treatments!"

I sat in his office, hands shaking, as he pointed to a screen showing my face — digitally altered. “We can refine the nasal bridge,” he said. “Soft lift on the jawline. Subtle enhancement to the lips. You’ll still look like you. Just… polished.” I stared at the screen. The woman looking back was someone I didn’t know. But she was someone the world might finally like. I signed the papers. I told myself it wasn’t surrender. It was survival. The surgery wasn’t painful. The recovery was. Swelling. Bruising. The mask they made me wear to compress my face.

She then put on a smile and flattered Bethany while urging, "Send the photo. You're already so pretty, and the cut makes you even more endearing. I'm sure Vince will feel very sorry for you. Also, we have advanced aesthetic procedures now. You can find a doctor to get rid of the scar once you're together with Joe." Bethany felt that Xavia was right, and besides, she did not want to have been hurt for nothing. * In a restaurant, Zoelle and Gary were sitting at a table near the window. "It's okay. You're young and talented. I'm sure you'll get a better chance next time.” Zoelle said as she cut up her steak. She had on a white dress and had straightened her hair today. She looked less like the

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.”

"What did the boyfriend do wrong? Why did she want to catch him?" Rachel ignored them, and she put makeup on her nose. Although her eyeshadows didn't look quite good, the nose contouring was done particularly well. A few steps could easily improve the nose visual by a lot. "Once you master this skill, you don't need to do any fine-tuning anymore!" "Thank you for helping us to save money that would've been used on Botox!" Rachel took her lipstick box.

The colors danced on my eyelids, creating a mesmerizing effect that drew attention to my gaze. My nose received a touch of highlight, accentuating its delicate curve. Jenny's thorough hands then moved to my lips, where he expertly applied lipstick that complemented the overall look. As the final strokes adorned my face, I couldn't help but marvel at the artistry unfolding. When he finally stepped back, revealing the finished result in the mirror, I was rendered speechless. The woman staring back at me seemed like a stranger, a stunning version of myself I never thought possible. The makeover had not only transformed my appearance but also kindled a newfound confidence. I blinked, almost expe

VICTORIA Pain was temporary. Power was eternal. I repeated this mantra in my mind as I adjusted the nurse's scrubs in the hospital bathroom mirror, checking my reflection for the hundredth time. The face staring back at me was different. Softer. Rounder. The work of Dr. Chen's skilled hands during three emergency surgeries over the past week. New nose. New chin. Cheekbones reduced. Lips thinned. Even my eyes looked different, colored contacts turning my distinctive grey eyes to ordinary brown.