SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 13

CAMILLE'S POINT OF VIEW the

"Hold still, please."

Dr. Miranda Torres's gloved fingers touched my chin, turning my face gently to catch the light. Her dark eyes studied every curve and angle with the focus of an artist examining marble before the first chisel strike.

We sat in her private clinic, a discreet facility hidden behind unmarked doors in a luxury Manhattan building. The consultation room looked more like an upscale spa than a medical office, with soft lighting, exper single diploma on display. The credentials were understood, not advertised. Dr. Torres didn't need wall decorations to prove her expertise, her client list of celebrities, politicians, and billionaires spoke for itself. " 1 glanced at Victoria, who sat in a leather chair in the corner, tablet in hand, seemingly absorbed in emails but missing nothing.

"What exactly will you be doing?" I asked, trying to keep the nervousness from my voice.

Dr. Torres touched a screen on her desk, and a 3D model of my face appeared on the wall display. I stared at the digital version of myself, the me I'd been living with for the past five weeks of Victoria's transformation program. "We're not planning a complete overhaul," Dr. Torres explained, manipulating the image with practiced gestures. "That would be obvious, unnatural, and frankly, unnecessary. Instead, w "Your cheekbones, for instance," she continued. "Already well-

defined, but we can enhance them slightly

to create more dramatic shadows." The digital face shifted, the cheeks becoming more sculpted. "It changes how light hits your face, how others perceive your strength."

Victoria finally looked up. "Show the jaw adjustment as well."

Dr. Torres nodded, manipulating the image again. My jawline became slightly more defined, stronger.

"The goal isn't disguise," the doctor said, eyes meeting mine directly. "It's transformation. We're not erasing you, we're amplifying your power. People

see what they expect

to see, and no one looking for a victim will recognize a queen."

The words hit something deep inside me. No one looking for a victim will recognize a queen. Wasn't that exactly what Victoria had been teaching me these past weeks? That power came not just from wealth or "What about recovery time?" I asked, surprising myself with how clinical my own voice sounded. When had I started accepting this

as necessary rather than extreme?

Initial healing. Six weeks before you're camera ready for

use minimally Invasive techniques, fillers, fat transfers, thread lifts, and only minor

turned back to the display, continuing her overview. "Sabtle refinement of the nose bridge. Enhancement of the lips, not overfilled, just a slight

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slightly."

bit. Each change was small, almost imperceptible on its own. Together, they created someone new, someone who looked like me but somehow...

you begin?" Victoria asked, setting aside

calendar. "I've already cleared my schedule for tomorrow morning. Assuming blood

This was happening. Really happening. Not just new clothes or a different hairstyle, but physical changes to my very face. Victoria must have noticed my reaction. "Do you need more time to consider?" Her tone was

NO, Tomorrow is fine

detailed pre- operative instructions. No food after midnight, no

from her chair, signaling the consultation was ending. "One more thing, Ms. Kane," she

woman you'll see in the mirror afterward will look different, yes, but how you carry her, how you embody her, that's what truly changes how the

and paperwork, James drove us back to

out the window at passing Manhattan streets, trying to memorize my own face in the reflection. By this time tomorrow, it would be altered in ways I couldn't fully grasp yet. "You're quiet," Victoria observed as we pulled into the private

"Just thinking"

"Having doubts?"

"Would you stop

lips. "No. But your answer tells me I won't need to force

Every step until now had been theoretically reversible Different But altering my face, that was permanent. A physical manifestation of my commitment to this new life, this

best," Victoria said as we entered the house. "She's discreet, skilled, and understands our

looked naturally elegant, her age visible but beautifully managed.

cosmetic intervention.

work done?" I asked before

one perfect eyebrow. "Of course. Beauty is a weapon, Camille,

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