Anastasia’s POV
“Where are we going, Aunt Marca?” I asked.
Only me and Aunt were going somewhere, Dylan insisted to come but Aunt stop him.
“You’ll see.” She replied.
I didn’t ask for more, I don’t know why I’m getting nervous, was it because I am about to change myself? Not only my physical appearance? I look at the side mirror of the car to see my ugly reflection, a woman with a lot of reddish pimples, a large black frame of my graded eyeglasses but the large circles that surround my eyes are still visible, and my curly black ugly hair.
“H-hey.”
I felt Aunt Marca’s hand hold mine so I glance at her.
“Relax alright, I know you need this. I can’t let other people hurt you again, 20 years is enough of suffering my dear. You’re a Williams, and you should hold your head up, you aren’t
