She was right about one thing, she was a different person, Phoebe noticed. Her grandmother had been spot on, this Ophelia was different in a way that her voice commanded authority, she was confident and held her head high. From her neatly styled hair to her well-manicured nails and expensive accessories, she seemed to be dripping with money and elegance.
Even her physical appearance had been altered, her skin was tighter and wrinkle free. She had gone through a few rounds of botox. Her nose and lips had also gone under the knife. All this change did not necessary make her drop dead gorgeous, it just took some years off her face.
Her waist and butt were no different, her breasts had doubled in size and her once flat bum was now round as a peach.
If you bumped into her without knowing her past, you would assume that she was just any other wealthy woman living in Citrus city with a love for going under the knife to fight her natural age.
