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A reflection in your eyes patreon7/13/2023 She had never used fake lashes or even that much makeup before, she'd never needed to. She grabbed those as well, adding the extra cash and giving her aunt a quick wave before ducking into the bathroom. Red, yes, with rhinestones on each tip, now that was a look. No the voice was right, she needed something bright and daring. French tips? What had she been thinking? So normal, so blaise. Pretty little half moons with plain French tips. That voice again, she looked down at her hand, still resting atop the bank notes and grimaced. She was about to turn away when a flash of colour caught her eye. She grabbed the biggest set of fake lashes available, placing down the cash without even calling out for somebody to man the register. Without hesitating she stepped inside the salon, making her way to the little counter where her aunt sold shampoo and hair accessories as well as a selection of fake nails and lashes. No wonder men were starting to roam away from her, she needed something more dazzling than her natural beauty to draw them in nowadays, she needed pazazz. She turned back and caught a glimpse of herself in the polished glass right next to the poster her blue eyes blinked back at her and for the first time she realised how short and ugly her eyelashes were. The voice made her jump, scanning the area for the source but finding it empty, a handful of people walked the streets, none of them close enough to have been the voice’s origin. ‘If you had lashes like that, men would pay more attention to you.’ It was of a model with her hair flowing in the wind her eyes were hooded and sensual, lashes far longer than they could naturally be. Certainly a cut above the cow poked and tomboy women in these parts, so where were her admirers? She passed the small hair salon run by her aunt and noticed she had a new poster in the window. Her vase sat empty, taunting her for the entirety of her shift at the bank.Īs she walked home that afternoon she looked at her reflection in the shop windows gorgeous, a natural beauty. Yet, those confessions were coming less and less often lately she was used to receiving a bouquet of flowers at work at least once or twice a month and yet for all of March she had received nothing. The result was that men found her even more desirable the girl next door who was yet to pick anybody it was a wonder there were any men left in their tiny farming community for the rest of the girls. She treated every confession with care it took bravery to confess after all but she turned them all down. With her cornflower blue eyes, honey blond hair and pretty figure she had always been the centre of attention in her little home town. Nancy frowned, looking down at her desk, the vase she kept there for the flowers was empty still and had been for almost a full month. It is good that the hero’s father helps him, by virtue of his profession, with the study of theories and riddles that ordinary people do not even think about.Nancy goes from a country town's natural beauty to an artificial bimbo thanks to a strange voice in her head. Singing Forest – the long-forgotten name of this heavenly place. Your actions and desires always have consequences. Having met a kind person, you will definitely encounter with its opposite. College.įrom the first day of their stay, they fell in love with the local atmosphere: friendly people, peace, a large number of ways for personal growth.īut in life there are not only bright colors. It is not surprising that the hero’s parents sent him and his sister here so that they could continue their education at the local college, G. Grimson Mountains – a small town, famous for its peaceful atmosphere and a good level of education.
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