A storm of tears ravaged Gina's face.
"Gina! Stop crying." Claudia, perched beside her on the bed, patted Gina's head. "Look, your beautiful eyes will be swollen shut if you keep this up."
"I don't care," Gina snapped with despair. "Theodore won't even glance my way. All this effort, this makeover... for nothing. He is married now – to an ordinary woman. What could he possibly see in her?"
Fresh sobs threatened to erupt, but Claudia cut her off with a firm, "If you continue to cry like a banshee, you will look ugly. Then Theodore wouldn't even spare you a pitying look."
Gina's sobs died in her throat, replaced by a mixture of surprise and a flicker of fear that darted across her tear-streaked face.
Sensing she was successful in stopping her cry, Claudia moved on to the next step. "We fight back. For your love, Gina. No more moping. Theodore means to be yours, and I'll help you win him back."
