MARCELLA

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I smacked my lips as I applied some glossy lipstick on. I preened in the mirror a little longer admiring the work on my face and just how beautifully snatched my waist was.

How could Enid not desire this? How could he not want to touch my glowing and perfectly tanned skin? He would rather settle for Ximena? Her pale skin and breakouts on her face.

Enid had a high taste in women, I had worked hard all my life, and I had fixed my body just to make sure I matched up to his taste.

I was now his ideal girl, I checked everything on his...