Chapter 66: Idol, Stalker, Management (6)
A plain woman who turns out to be a stunning beauty—it’s a trope as old as storytelling itself, dating back to the days when houses were built from wood and straw.
The kind of cliché so overused it’s no longer surprising, barely eliciting even a hint of curiosity.
And yet, despite its predictability, the group couldn’t shake their shock after seeing Aisha’s bare face.
They must have had some expectation that she’d look different without makeup. So why were they so stunned?
The answer was simple: the transformation was so extreme it bordered on unbelievable.
“Uh... why are you all staring? Oh, I see—you’re seeing my bare face for the first time. It’s me, Aisha.”
“Yeah, I get that, but still....”
Her makeup-free face was nothing short of a revelation.
Gone was the eerie, powdery white skin that looked as though it had been coated with flour or chalk. Instead, her complexion radiated health, like peaches dipped in milk.
Her lashes, impossibly long and framing eyes that sparkled like stars, sat above a perfectly sculpted nose and vibrant, rose-red lips.
A faint droplet of moisture clung to her jawline, adding a subtle allure to her overall pure and delicate appearance, captivating anyone who gazed upon her.
Her beauty was so overwhelming it felt like staring at a masterfully carved sculpture.