Edna had always been insecure about the size of her breasts, and it was for good reason too.
Whenever she saw herself in the mirror, that nagging thought returned, whispering cruel comparisons she could not silence.
How could she hope to measure up against Medusa, whose statuesque body and fuller chest seemed made to dazzle any man?
Or Veyra, who carried herself with effortless grace, her figure perfectly proportioned, her curves generous and enviable?
Even Anya… the young woman who served as Azel's personal attendant.
Despite her youth, she already possessed a chest that made Edna's look modest by comparison.
The contrast was merciless.
Edna's hands drifted unconsciously to her own chest.
Hers were smaller, far less dramatic than theirs, despite her having two children.
She had told herself countless times that Azel didn't care, that he loved her for more than appearances but in the secret corners of her heart, the doubts never let her rest.
