Zooey Deschanel Nose Job นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Kairo had chosen it for me; it was a face that wouldn’t draw too much attention, yet beautiful enough to slip into any room unnoticed until it was too late. The changes weren’t drastic. A nose job to soften my features, liposuction to refine my jawline and my once-blonde hair was now dyed black. I dragged a hand through the strands, letting them fall over my shoulders. The woman staring back wasn’t the girl I used to be. That girl had died along with her family. Now, I was someone else. I was The Ghost.

Nobody would know it was still Ophelia Lewis. There was the raised brows that were completely different from my arched ones. The cheekbones that were somewhat prominent and sat high in my face, the chin filler, and an overall face lift. The procedure had turned me into a different individual, but I was okay with it if that would make able to seek my revenge and get my company back. Done with my routine, Caleb and I walked out of the apartment, rode the elevator and got out.. Just as I was about to cross a street, someone bumped into me, drenching my white shirt with coffee.

It reminded her about the appointment repayment time. The girl noticed her looking too and gave an awkward smile, "I had my nose done before, just went to get it adjusted today." As she spoke, she sighed again, "None of us expected something like this to happen with Zara. I'll go ahead and cancel with them first." Logically, Zara's death really had nothing to do with them, and they weren't prepared either. If there really was some plan, they wouldn't have scheduled these cosmetic procedures for today.

Sienna's tone dripped with disdain. Suzanne sighed deeply. "I understand your resentment, Sienna. But I truly have no recollection of the past three years." Sienna adjusted her glasses and scoffed, "Did you get a brain transplant or something?" Suzanne replied, "The doctor mentioned I got my face done." Sienna scrutinized Suzanne's features skeptically before exclaiming, "Impossible! Your beauty looks natural. You smoothed the pointy chin and plumped up your cheeks. You look like some high school girl. You seem to be well-versed in current beauty standards."

"I'm finally done, Mrs. Chevalier. I will put the veil and the garland above your head later. Excuse me for a while." "Thank you so much, Cam." Zoey uttered before staring back at herself through the mirrors. She gasped because the final result made Zoey's pretty features be highlighted more. Her skin looked much more glowing than ever and her shimmering hazelnut eyes radiated the kind of happiness Zara doesn't fathom at all.

I yelled, my brows creasing in anxiety as my mouth gaped out. “This is the best way to go about it. If you know that you want to vanish and be completely untraceable, then think about it.” Quinn said standing with the doctor. “So…plastic surgery is the key, huh?” I let out a deep sigh, turning to face the surgeon. “I need to know what exactly I’m going to look like after this procedure,” I informed, turning to the digital display in front of us. “Of course, so we’re going to have your cheekbones come up a little, your eyes will be a bit dragged out to give you that foxy look and we do some work on the nose and the lips.” He explained as he demonstrated through little drawings on the picture

Shelby asks as she folds her arms across her chest, studying Reece like he’s a science project. “No. He won’t need a prosthetic for his nose. It is already big. We could make it smaller by shaving it down with some dark contouring,” Kelly offers. Reece puts a hand to his nose. “Shave my nose? As in cut it?” We're all watching, holding in our laughter.

The image gazing back at me is solid proof of the courage and determination that have guided me through my surgery journey. The visage that now meets my gaze exudes elegance and composure. Gone are the marks of pain and despair, replaced by a delicate and elegant visage. The once-shattered confidence now emanates from my jawline, embodying the strength that lies within me. The rib rhinoplasty and upper blepharoplasty have given me the almond-shaped eyes I had always dreamed of, and the forehead reduction has softened my features, making me look younger and more refined.