Ten months later
Time flies...
Anna shifted her gaze back to the vanity mirror, watching as her long, elegant fingers gathered her golden waves into a neat bun at the nape of her neck.
Her transformation was complete. The face of Anna Hyde no longer existed—had never existed, or so it seemed.
She had grown accustomed to this new reflection, these striking features that no longer bore the scars of her past. The clear, luminous eyes, carefully concealed behind blue-colored lenses. The long, cascading hair. The poised, graceful woman staring back at her.
Chloe Dumas was breathtaking. And Anna had learned to embrace that.
A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.
"Mademoiselle Dumas," a maid entered quietly, hands clasped neatly over her crisp white apron. "Madame Garrel is waiting for you in the dining room. Breakfast has been served."
