Four days later,
Four days passed in the blink of an eye, making it a good moment for Paola, whose ankles had healed. Though they had not healed completely, they were not as painful as before.
A bright smile appeared on her face as she stood in front of the mirror and appreciated her appearance.
She was wearing a milk-colored limited designer dress her mother had gotten for her, and it blended well with her delicate fair and glassy skin.
Her long brown hair was styled back, and her brown eyes were shining, with her face glowing like the night seas.
"Of course, you are right, Foxy. I am gorgeous!". Paola declared, before she thought to herself as her fingers brushed against her cheek, 'Piper is so beautiful. It is possible to mistake her for a descendant of a goddess'.
'My previous face is no match for her'.
"Piper honey, it is Mommy".
