"Wh... what?"
Wanda Sutton stared at the face before her, too stunned to process what she was seeing. "Wendy Sutton, how is your face healed?!"
The rest of the Sutton relatives around them went equally rigid.
"That's Wendy Sutton?"
"Which clinic did she go to? How can the results be that good?"
Almost the instant the gasps erupted, Wendy realized her mistake. She'd rushed out that morning and forgotten to apply the ointment Cliff had given her. She cursed herself silently and ducked her head, trying to hide her face.
Too late.
"You sneaky girl, why didn't you tell us you had cosmetic surgery?" Trish Wainright's gaze had already changed, appraising Wendy the way one might examine a fine piece of merchandise.
Her mind was racing. With looks like these, Wendy could marry into any powe
