A week later, Zara stood in front of her mirror with a silk robe draped over her shoulders and her natural curls falling around her cheekbones, she finally saw it.
Her.
Not the broken girl sobbing into her pillow over a stupid boy. The haunted shadows beneath her eyes had faded, replaced by a subtle vibrancy. Her skin, once dull and dry from stress and neglect, now had a healthy glow. The constant, weary slump in her shoulders had lessened, replaced by a more confident posture.
She hadn't just followed Leo's "Step Two" instructions; she had embraced them with a newfound strength. Every morning began with the oddly satisfying ritual of mixing the nourishing green drink, its earthy taste becoming less foreign with each passing day. The vitamins, meticulously organized into daily sachets,
