Kate got her medical checkup report the day before and arranged to go to the beauty parlor for a makeover. She received reform on skin, hair, eyebrows, manicure, and even the most private part was not neglected.
The reform was thorough, but they still tried to preserve her natural beauty. When she was lying on the bed, allowing herself to be treated as they liked, she thought if only she could be more stupid and shameless, then she would not feel hurt and shed tears.
When Kate sat in the dressing room and let them do her makeup, she had a sense of being merchandise. She was no different from the shampoo, tissue paper, or any other item on the shelves in the supermarket. They were all something to be used.
When the makeup artist signaled her to look in the mirror, she was taken aback. The face in the mirror was uncanny: hers but also not hers.
