Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 258

Marguerite, despite the grotesque human skin mask the wom, had a body that was undeniably impreculv

1ter sleeveless dress revealed her porcelain white arms, its length above the knee giving an illusion of long, slender lega. A beige elk rihl fied around her waist, forming a tiny bow at the back

She was reminiscent of a blossoming young girl

With a satisfied nod, Lavene moved forward, guiding Marguerite to face the dressing mirror “You look lovely, look at yourself in the mirror Stand tall and be confident.”

Looking into the mirror, Morguente saw more than just a pretty woman. Ignoring her hornely face, everything below her neck was a sight to behold.

“You see, what a pretty young lady you are,” Laverne remarked, before calling over a store assistant “We’ll take this dress. We’re wearing it out.”

Hearing this, the store assistant immediately set off to process the order, a big grin on their face.

This left Marguerite utterly perplexed, quickly stopping Laverne. Grandma, this dress isn’t for me. Please, let’s not buy it

She had sneaklly checked the price tag while trying on the dress–400 dollars. Although it wasn’t as expensive as the pieces Frederick bought for her, she knew that her grandmother hadn’t had any income since leaving the hospital. She didn’t want her to splurge

gently held Marquente’s hand. “Are you

reluctantly, trying to find the right words to refuse. “Grandma, you really don’t need to buy this for me. Frederick bought me a lot of clothes, I can’t even

he bought is his business, what I buy is mine. They can’t be

at her reflection in the mirror, responding

this image

nodded. “I

smiled. “That’s all that

Marguerite’s hair behind her ear,

should always look this beautiful No more looking drab and downcast. Life is hard enough, we need to find ways to

always had a way

a natural desire to look attractive. It wasn’t that Marguerite didn’t want to dress up or look pretty. She always thought of herself as the

inferior, in love and in life. So what was the point of dressing up? No one would spare her a second glance

forgotten that women don’t dress up to

dazed. She couldn’t shake the feeling that her grandmother was acting unusual

up at Laverne, she asked, “Grandina, we can buy dresses any other day, why did we have

and her face fell from joy to