Marguerite, despite the grotesque human skin mask the wom, had a body that was undeniably impreculv
1ter sleeveless dress revealed her porcin white arms, its length above the knee giving an illusion of long, slender lega. A beige elk rihl fied around her waist, forming a tiny bow at the back
She was reminiscent of a blossoming young girl
With a satisfied nod, Lavene moved forward, guiding Marguerite to face the dressing mirror “You look lovely, look at yourself in the mirror Stand tall and be confident.”
Looking into the mirror, Morguente saw more than just a pretty woman. Ignoring her hornely face, everything below her neck was a sight to behold.
“You see, what a pretty youngdy you are,” Laverne remarked, before calling over a <b>store </b>assistant “We’ll take this dress. We’re wearing it out.”
Hearing this, the store assistant immediately set off to process the order, a big grin on their face.
This left Marguerite utterly perplexed, quickly stopping Laverne. Grandma, this dress isn’t for me. Please, let’s not buy it
She had sneaklly checked the price tag while trying on the dress–400 dors. Although it wasn’t as expensive as the pieces Frederick bought for her, she knew that her grandmother hadn’t had any ie since leaving the hospital. She didn’t want her to splurge
However<b>, </b><b>Laverne </b>gently held Marquente’s hand. “Are you worried about the price?”
Marguente nodded reluctantly, trying to find the right words to refuse. “Grandma, you really don’t need to buy this for me. Frederick bought me a lot of clothes, I can’t even wear them all”
Laverne gently stroked Marguerite’s fingers, offering a small smile. “What he bought is his business, <b>what </b>I buy is mine. They can’t bepared Tell me, do you think you look good?”
Marguerite nced at her reflection in the mirror, responding honestly, “I look good.”
“Do you like this image of yourself?”
Again, Marguerite nodded. “I do.”
Laverne smiled. “That’s all that matters.”
She <b>gently </b>tucked Marguerite’s hair behind her ear, her gaze tender <b>and </b>her voice soft.
“My dear girl, <b>you </b>should always look this beautiful No more looking drab and downcast. Life is hard enough, we need to find ways to brighten it up. What youck is passion for life.”
Laverne always had a way of getting through to Marguerite.
Every woman has a natural desire to look attractive. It <b>wasn’t </b>that Marguerite didn’t want to dress up or look pretty. She always thought of herself as the most insignificant person, someone who would instantly get lost in a crowd
So she felt inferior, <b>in </b>love and in life. So what was the point of dressing up? No one would spare her a second nce anyway
But she had forgotten that women don’t dress up to please others, but themselves.
Marguerite understood the wisdom in Laverne’s words, but she still felt a bit dazed. She couldn’t shake the feeling that her grandmother was acting unusual that day.
Looking up at Laverne, she asked, “Grandina, we can buy dresses any other day, why did we have toe today?”
The light in Laverne’s eyes dimmed and her face fell from joy to guilt.
When Marguerite was eighteen<b>, </b>her school had organized aing–of–age ceremony for all the seniors. But Marguerite, being a tuition student without an official status, wasn’t eligible to attend.
She watched as her ssmates, dressed in formal attire, walked hand in hand through the ceremonial gateway, while she could only stand in the corner with tears in her eyes.
Laverne had seen it all and it broke her heart.
She had wanted to buy Marguerite a formal dress and personally walk her through the ceremonial gateway. But that n was derailed due to their financial situation.
But tomorrow, she was going to reveal all the truths.
it would be a turning point in Marguerite’s life, and Laverne wanted to make up for the past regrets. She couldn’t let Marguerite appear downcast
again.
She wanted Marguerite to know that from tomorrow forward, her life would take a dramatic turn
A <b>happy </b>life was beckoning her and she needed to present a new image to bid farewell to her past
As Laverne thought about this, her eyes became misty She patted Marguerite’s hand<b>, </b>a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.