The good life
Six months later.
The world around them had changed, but none more than the two women themselves.
Tessa stood in front of the massive gold framed mirror inside their living room, almost not recognizing the woman staring back at her. The bruised, battered mother who once lived like a slave seemed like a ghost of another lifetime.
What she saw now was someone sculpted into near perfection. Her once pale, underfed face now glowed with a rich caramel radiance, her cheekbones sat high and proud, her full lips painted in a nude gloss that caught the light each time she breathed. Her hair, sleek and wavy, framed her face in soft layers, and the faint shimmer of highlight across her collarbones made her look like she had been poured out of gold.
She blinked, and for a split se
