The Stand In Wife's Revenge novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

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After staring at her for far too long he finally said “how you’re going to start training today. We cannot blond to make any miss. I *** you to be flawless in every way. This is more do your presence and how you carry yourself than it is about how you look.”

I felt no threat despite the weight of his steady aiment commanding voice settling in my chest. I was moved, Renewed.

“Alright. I’m finally prepared to show him and myself that I can succeed, I had the potential to be the woman he never knew I was. “My face hardened as 1 nodded, “I am prepared?

He nodded at me sharply but his eyes softened slightly. There was something that resembled admiration in his eyes. Perhaps it was what was expected, in any case it was irrelevant. I was concentrating

it was necessary for me to be. The tall elegantly dressed woman in all black the designer stepped forward. Her eyes were already searchim me from head to toe with a calculating expression. Her voice was smooth but commanding as she extended a hand.

“Come with me sweetheart. We have a lot of work ahead of us.”

with a sharp click of her heels on the marble floors she guided me through the hallway, While we were making our way to a private dressing room at the back of the house I couldnt help but feel the subtle weight of her demand for attention.

The space was large with white walls dim lighting and a large full–length mirror as the focal point. She started working as soon as ! put on the robe the designer gave me.

She began with my hair and used effective delicate yet precise hands. With deliberate movements and strokes she worked her way through the strands. I felt like she was creating a version of me rather than just doing my hair. It was odd but I could feel the tension building inside of me a pressure I couldnt seem to get out of in the silence that hung between us

This degree of attention had never appealed to me but right now it seemed to be the only thing that mattered.

Almost to herself she remarked “You have good bones” as she meticulously arranged my hair in gentle waves I couldnt help but admire her skill because of how expertly her fingers worked. “We’ll also need to make sure your makeup is flawless. Every little thing needs to be flawless There is no space for mistakes.”

Even though she had a neutral expression on her face while working I could tell that she was pushing me. She was shaping me in person she thought I could be. Nevertheless I would be in charge of the finished product. She applied my makeup after finishing

I couldnt explain the thrill I felt when the brushs gentle strokes touched my skin. It was about the transformation that was taking not just the makeup. She enhanced my features by painting my lips a deep shade that made them appear fuller and more powerful eyes were darker and more intense.

It was hard for me to believe the woman staring back at me in the mirror. She appeared strong self–assured and untouchable. Toget waves in my hair and the makeup made me someone who owned the space rather than just fitting in.

designer took a step away and gave me a quick critical glance. Her slow nod was acknowledged. “Excellent…”

Couldnt help but feel a surge of pride in my chest. Not just my external self was reflected in the woman in the mirror. She gave me that I would grow into a woman who was no longer in need of fear.

I was given the suit by the designer a fitted dark red outfit that accentuated my shoulders and waist with its delicate cut and crisp lin but rounded my belly. The suit was armor not just apparel. The fabric felt cool against my skin as I slid it on and took a position facin the mirror.

I nearly lost my sense of who I was. In addition to having soft eyes the woman staring back at me had piercing resolute eyes. Her every move was a masterful demonstration of poise and control and her posture was flawless.

a strong woman who had persevered and clawed her way out of the shadows. I inhaled rolled my back and brushed my

was no turning back now. I had to be the owner.

me as soon as I walked back into the living room my heels clicking with each step. A change in his expression

et his eyes. He wasnt simply staring at me with the same reserved expressionless look. No something else had emerged t impressed.

oke his lips slightly quirked and his voice was low. “You look… astounding.”

Hared at him standing erect and motionless allowing the force of my metamorphosis to cover me like a mantle. I was certain that I

repared. I glanced at the modeling coach who had been observing me intently since I walked in and I turned slightly.

Her eyes narrowed with concentration as she took a step forward and started to give directions. “Chill out… rear of the shoulders. The way you stand is crucial. Although it originates internally confidence must also be reflected externally. Aim forward rather than downward. Walking isnt enough for you. Youre in charge

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s I felt the pressure of each order build up inside of me. I was

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