Chapter 7
Upon hearing that, Carole immediately nodded with eagerness. “Of course! Right this way, Ann.”
The bathroom was at the far end of the house, a tiny little space that could barely fit one person. If you tried squeezing in another, you’d be hard–pressed to even turn around.
Carole cast a nervous glance at Anthea. She was worried that Anthea might find the modest accommodations unsatisfactory, especially since Anthea had lived a life of luxury before.
Noticing no sign of displeasure on Anthea’s face, Carole continued, “You go ahead and take a shower, Ann. I’ll go find you some fresh clothes.”
“Thank you. That would be great,” Anthea acknowledged with a nod.
At home, there were a few garments that Rebecca had discarded, still brand new. Carole had bought them for Rebecca to wear at home, but Rebecca had turned her nose up at them. deeming them too shabby, and had never worn them…
However, Rebecca was shorter and a bit fatter than Anthea, so her old clothes would hardly be suitable for Anthea to wear.
Carole walked to the nearby thrift shop and spent ten dollars on two new outfits for Anthea.
To the average person, five bucks for an outfit might sound like bargain–bin deals, but for Carole, that was a splurge. She usually wore hand–me–downs that others had cast off.
Ten dollars was a sum she’d have to save for ages to accumulate!
After a quick shower, Anthea stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing the reflection of the girl. before her. A flawless oval face, skin so delicate and pale that it was nearly translucent, and eyes like precious onyx, their beauty enhanced by long, lush lashes. Her lips, a muted red, held an aloofness that was distant and cool. The face in the mirror had a sense of refined elegance.
Anthea’s lips curled into a slight smile, and the beauty in the mirror reciprocated, her smile blooming like a rose, radiant and captivating. This face bore a resemblance to her past self, each with its unique charm.
Relieved to see that her new body was quite attractive. After all, she had always been a sucker for good looks. Anthea’s mood lifted.
“Not bad at all,” she mused, tying her hair into a messy bun that revealed the graceful curve of her neck. She whistled at her reflection, playfully saying, “I’m such a hottie!”
After admiring herself for a bit longer, Anthea slipped into the clothes Carole had brought her.
When the fabric touched her skin, Anthea frowned. Having been accustomed to designer wear, she felt a bit uncomfortable in these rougher garments. She must make some money quickly to lead her family to a more comfortable life and reach new heights.
Chapter 7.
Anthea raised an eyebrow, fragments of memories starting to piece together in her mind.
Dressed and ready, she stepped out of the bathroom.
Carole emerged from the kitchen with a plate of spaghetti, “Ann, come and…”
She stopped mid–sentence, caught off guard. She noticed Anthea in an unstained white shirt, casually tucked into her jeans, exuding a rebellious charm. Her long, straight legs and naturally pretty face were a sight to behold. Even in what was thrift shop attire, she had the elegance of high fashion, making even runway models seem plain in comparison.
“Mom.” It was only when Anthea called out to her that Carole snapped out of her daze.
Was this Anthea?
Carole’s face registered total shock. She had never imagined that Anthea, once stripped of her makeup, would be so stunning. The phrase ‘a beauty to behold‘ would be an understatement.
“Ann, dinner’s ready. I made you some spaghetti,” Carole said, setting aside her amazement as she placed the plate on the table.
“Thanks, Mom, Anthea replied, picking up the fork and starting to eat with gusto.
