The good life

Six months later.

The world around them had changed, but none more than the two women themselves.

Tessa stood in front of the massive gold framed mirror inside their living room, almost not recognizing the woman staring back at her. The bruised, battered mother who once lived like a slave seemed like a ghost of another lifetime.

What she saw now was someone sculpted into near perfection. Her once pale, underfed face now glowed with a rich caramel radiance, her cheekbones sat ...