Six years had passed without her even realizing it.
From today on, it was all over.
Chloe Bishop's gaze fell on a box in the center of her bed. She picked it up and shoved it into the back of her closet.
With that done, she took a shower and chose a purple evening gown to wear. Then she sat before the mirror and applied light makeup.
The woman in the reflection had long, flowing hair like seaweed. Her delicate features, enhanced with a touch of cosmetics, now carried a hint of playful charm.
She paused, then pinned her long hair up. She took out a curling iron and styled her bangs. The look suddenly became more vibrant—less seductive, but more youthful, fresh, and polished.
The light purple gown was elegant and appropriate.
She added simple, tasteful jewelry.
This should please the
