Anna turned off the water and lifted her gaze to the bathroom mirror. Even with her makeup removed, the reflection staring back at her was breathtaking—her flawless skin, delicate features, and luminous eyes were proof of the meticulous beauty treatments and procedures she had undergone.
Is it the lack of stress or just the obscene amount of money I've spent on skincare? she mused, tilting her head slightly. I've never looked better in my life.
She let out a quiet, almost bitter sigh. It was ironic—when she was married to Robert, she had plenty of money at her disposal, yet she had deliberately kept herself subdued, never daring to outshine Susanne or Colette. She had played the role of the humble, accommodating wife, blending into the background to keep the peace.
What a foolish mistake that was.
Her expression darkened as she leaned in closer, inspecting the irritation in her eyes. They're so red… Another sigh slipped past her lips. I hate these damn contacts.
