Chapter 4

After finishing the lesson, Aunt Lucy drove me home as usual.

Despite being nearly 60 years old, her driving was very steady.

"Miss Wilson, do you have a boyfriend?" she asked.

I looked at my acne-covered face in the car mirror and sighed.

Seeing her crow's feet directed at me, she said, "Your face is a minor issue. Even Sophia's condition could be fixed."

My mind suddenly flashed to Sophia's appearance, and I couldn't help but ask what she had used.

Aunt Lucy stared at the red light ahead, her mouth opening and closing, "A mask."

A mask?

You've got to be kidding. In all my years, I've never heard of a mask that could fix a botched plastic surgery.

I guess Aunt Lucy, at her age, probably hasn't even used a face mask before.

I didn't pursue the topic and changed the subject, mentioning that Sophia seemed a bit down today.

"If it weren't for her cheating husband, she wouldn't have gotten plastic surgery."

"She even hid it from me. It wasn't worth the suffering."

Aunt Lucy looked very angry; I could tell she really cared for Sophia.

As we reached the school gate, I caught sight of a familiar figure.

It was Lucas.

Aunt Lucy noticed me staring at him and gossiped, "Is this the boy Miss Wilson likes? He's quite handsome."

I blushed as I got out of the car.