Sure enough, Sarah's threat worked—Beauty was most afraid of Lucas.
Immediately, her head drooped like a wilted flower, and she obediently followed the doctor's orders to get an IV drip.
The cold liquid flowed into her veins, and within half an hour, she could already feel her nose clearing up and her headache easing.
Sarah chatted with her about award-winning designers from recent fashion shows and some of the best design inspirations, but before long, Beauty's eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up, it was already afternoon.
Her mind felt much clearer, though the curtains in the room were drawn, casting a dim glow.
She yawned, stretched, and padded over to the table to pour herself a glass of warm water.
Her phone buzzed with several messages from Lucas, all checking in on her health.
She quickly replied to reassure him.
Just then, she heard voices downstairs—one of them unmistakably belonging to Grandma Marson.
