Now, knowing that the woman she dismissed as grotesque was instead radiant, she couldn’t shake the bitter loathing swelling within her.

She abhorred the very sensation of it.

“Rest assured, your uncle won’t lay a scalpel on that crone. Both the pretender and the old one should meet their ends. To think they could live happily, it’s a delusion,”

Gianna voiced, her fists balling with determination.

With the new day barely broken, Millie found herself at the hospital.

Her grandmother, within the sterile confines of the ward, lay with her face pinched with discomfort as she attempted to sleep.

in the midst of her breakfast, took in

a calming motion of her

“Teresa, it’s me, Millie.”

Teresa stammered out a

you really Millie? Goodness, you’re a beauty. I had heard…” Teresa halted, her face tuning

gifted Teresa with a smile and shared, “My scar is a thing of the past. I’m done hiding behind a

Millie. I know your voice,”

Millie gently

pain all night, unable to sleep. The doctor prescribed new medication this morning, and

“Please, have a seat.”

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