Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 258

Marguerite, despite the grotesque human skin mask she wore, had a body that was undeniably impressive.

Her sleeveless dress revealed her porcelain white arms, its length above the knee giving an illusion of long, slender legs. A beige silk ribbon was tied around her waist, forming a tiny bow at the back.

She was reminiscent of a blossoming young girl.

With a satisfied nod, Laverne moved forward, guiding Marguerite to face the dressing mirror. "You look lovely, look at yourself in the mirror. Stand tall and be confident."

Looking into the mirror, Marguerite saw more than just a pretty woman. Ignoring her homely face, everything below her neck was a sight to behold.

"You see, what a pretty young lady you are," Laverne remarked, before calling over a store assistant. "We'll take this dress. We're wearing it out."

Hearing this, the store assistant immediately set off to process the order, a big grin on their face.

This left Marguerite utterly perplexed, quickly stopping Laverne. "Grandma, this dress isn't for me. Please, let's not buy it."

She had sneakily checked the price tag while trying on the dress - 400 dollars. Although it wasn't as expensive as the pieces Frederick bought for her, she knew that her grandmother hadn't had any income since leaving the hospital. She didn't want her to splurge.

However, Laverne gently held Marguerite's hand. "Are you worried about the price?"

Marguerite nodded reluctantly, trying to find the right words to refuse. "Grandma, you really don't need to buy this for me. Frederick bought me a lot of clothes, I can't even wear them all."

Laverne gently stroked Marguerite's fingers, offering a small smile. "What he bought is his business, what I buy is mine. They can't be compared. Tell me, do you think you look good?"

Marguerite glanced at her reflection in the mirror, responding honestly, "I look good."

"Do you like this image of yourself?"

Again, Marguerite nodded. "I do."

Laverne smiled. "That's all that matters."

She gently tucked Marguerite's hair behind her ear, her gaze tender and her voice soft.