The next day.
Aria was still asleep when a sudden bright light hit her eyes. She instinctively covered her head with the blanket, her head still fuzzy, and grumbled, “Nathan, let me sleep a bit more. I’m tired.”
Mrs. Lawson didn’t catch what she said clearly but walked over and quickly yanked the blanket off with one hand while wielding a hanger with the other, hitting Aria’s butt hard.
“Ah! Nathan! Why are you hitting me!” Aria cried out, clutching her backside.
Mrs. Lawson finally heard what Aria had said. She put her hands on her hips, “Aren’t you ashamed! You’re calling his name already before you’re even married! Get up now!”
Aria, now fully awake from the blow to her backside, remembered that it wasn’t like before. She was back to just after her college graduation.
Nathan wasn’t married to her yet, and they weren’t living together. Nathan wasn’t the one waking her up every day.
Instead, it was her mother with hair like a Medusa, wearing a floral nightgown, one hand on her hip, the other holding a hanger, glaring at her.
Aria was stunned by her mother’s appearance. She couldn’t accept it and said, “Mom, are you going to turn me into stone with your glaring?”
“What nonsense are you talking about! Go take a shower and get ready. We’re going out for a meal later.” Mrs. Lawson straightened her dress and was about to leave with the hanger, but she turned back, “Dress nicely.” Then she left.
Aria took a deep breath, grabbed her phone, and posted on her social media, “You can’t imagine the feeling when you’re half-asleep, thinking your future spouse is calling you, but you wake up to see your mom looking like the Medusa.”
After posting, she felt a bit better. But going out for a meal?
She was suspicious. Was today a special day? Why does she ask her to dress nicely
Still groggy, Aria wandered into the bathroom and looked at her much younger reflection in the mirror, feeling a bit comforted.
She patted her face, appreciating her youthful skin.
She wasn’t unattractive. Her best feature was her fair complexion. She didn’t usually groom herself much, and her lips were dry from biting them often, but her overall appearance was that of a pure, cute girl.
Years later, thanks to adequate funding, she managed to maintain her looks so well that people often mistook her for a university student.
Now, back in her youthful days, she decided to dress herself up properly this time. No more just wearing whatever, which was probably why her longtime crush never looked at her seriously.
An hour later, Aria emerged, feeling confident in her appearance, with a shoulder bag and her hair styled into gentle waves.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a blend of youthful purity and mature charm, her features more defined.
That’s the magic of makeup.
Mr. and Mrs. Lawson were stunned when Aria walked out of her room.
“Dad, Mom, why aren’t we leaving?” Aria asked, holding the only pair of high heels she found in the corner, a bright red pair that matched her long dress.
“You…” Mrs. Lawson stammered, at a loss for words.
Aria batted her long, mascara-coated lashes and pouted, “Didn’t you say to dress nicely?”
