From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

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.

the nearby thrift shop and spent ten dollars on two new outfits for

might sound like bargain–bin deals, but for Carole, that was a splurge. She usually wore hand–me–downs that others had cast

sum she’d have to save for

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

smile, and the beauty in the mirror reciprocated, her smile blooming like a rose, radiant and captivating.

see that her new body was quite attractive. After all, she had always been a sucker for good looks. Anthea’s

mused, tying her hair into a messy bun that revealed the graceful curve of her neck. She

longer, Anthea slipped into the clothes Carole had brought her.

frowned. Having been accustomed to designer wear, she felt a bit uncomfortable in these rougher garments. She must

Chapter 7.

fragments of memories starting to piece together

and ready, she stepped