Her skin was like glass, flawless and untouched. She doesn't need makeup to be beautiful. That's what Vera aims for. She loves her new face now. Almost the same as her original face. But more beautiful. She had spent a lot just on this face. It's worth it.
She placed her Birkin bag on the sofa as she sat down and looked up at the maid. The maid is beautiful and simple. She already had thought of taking that soul to keep her power. But perhaps, the old hag could have it.
"What would you like, Ma'am?"
"Martini," Vera said but then she raised her slender forefinger. "On second thought, I would have a mimosa ready."
