Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 38 Every time Eliana finished using those pungent face masks, she could see her skin grow smoother and brighter. A small jar lasted her quite a while. Wealthy housewives stopped seeking expensive salon treatments and began asking what she was using. Eliana didn't really know. Even if she did, she wouldn't want to share the secret. A black Maybach glided down the road. In the back seat, Penelope nervously pressed her palms together. "Cal, what should I say later? Dr. Conton..." "You don't need to worry so much. Dr. Conton is kind, and you're talented.

This will go well," Caleb said gently. "Still, he's been retired for years. He might not want new students. Let's just go and make a good impression. If it doesn't work out, we'll consider other options." "But he accepted Sydney. I graduated from Jouleston University too. He won't refuse me, right?" Penelope snapped. She was a year ahead of Sydney and had worked hard to join under the famous Alan Conton. Yet Alan had rejected her, only to take Sydney the next year before retiring. She couldn't understand Sydney's luck.

Caleb replied calmly, "Let's just see how it goes." "Okay!" Penelope pressed her hand over his. "No matter what, Dr. Conton will respect you. Cal, I trust you." For her, this felt like a done deal. Alan's reputation was solid, and with Caleb making the move, money would always win. Meanwhile, Sydney left after dinner. As always, Eliana walked her to the door and reminded her, "Walk carefully. Let me know when you're home." "Okay. You should go inside. It's windy. Don't want you getting a headache," Sydney urged.

professional questions for Alan. The winter wind bit sharply, Sydney lowered her head and zipped up her jacket, trying to ignore them. Then Caleb called her, "Sydney?" 1/2 Sun