Chapter 61 Chapter 61
Chapter 61
The next morning came before Amelia even realised she had slept. She barely closed her eyes throughout the night, tossing from one side of the bed to the other, replaying the image from the magazine the blurred woman, the curve of her waist, Ethan standing behind her like he belonged there.
By 7 a.m., she was already dressed. A fitted top, high-waist jeans, hair straightened to perfection, perfume layered twice. She stared at herself in the mirror once more, holding her waist with both hands.
“This is enough,” she whispered to the mirror.
But deep down she knew she didn’t believe her own words.
She grabbed her handbag and hurried out.
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Serena Beauty Clinic sat in the heart of the city, the glass doors shining as if inviting only those who had money to spare. Amelia walked in with confidence, though her chest was tight with annoyance and jealousy she refused to admit.
The receptionist well dressed, soft voice looked up immediately.
“Good morning, ma’am. Welcome to Serena Beauty Clinic. How may we help you today?”
Amelia dropped her bag on the counter gently, as if she owned the whole building.
“I want to make enquiries,” she said. “About body enhancement.”
The receptionist nodded politely. “Alright, ma’am. Which area exactly? We have several packages.”
“My hips and… my backside,” Amelia said clearly. She didn’t blink. “I want them fuller. Rounder. Proper shape.”
The receptionist typed on her system. “You’re referring to our BBL package, ma’am. Brazilian Butt Lift. We have three options depending on the fat transfer amount.”
Amelia leaned closer. “Explain everything to me.”
“Yes ma’am,” the receptionist said. “The basic package is one-time fat transfer. It costs six thousand dollars. The premium is twelve thousand and gives a fuller shape. The deluxe is twenty thousand and includes hip sculpting as well.”
“Hip sculpting?” Amelia repeated quickly. “What does that involve?”
“It shapes your waistline and enhances the hips so everything looks balanced.”
Balanced.
That word pricked her chest.
Amelia’s jaw tightened. “Good. I want something that will change my shape completely. I don’t want small changes. I want it obvious.”
The receptionist smiled. “Then the deluxe package is best for you.”
“And when can I do it?” Amelia asked immediately.
The receptionist blinked. “Ma’am… usually patients book ahead. Sometimes two weeks. Sometimes a month. It depends on availability.”
“I don’t have time for a month,” Amelia cut her off. “I want it today. Right now. As long as your doctors are here.”
“Today?” the receptionist repeated carefully. “Ma’am, for a BBL, we usually schedule consultations first. Then blood tests. Then—”
“Listen,” Amelia said, lowering her voice. “Money is not the issue. I want it done today. I don’t care what you people normally do. Bring whoever you need to bring. I don’t want delays.”
The receptionist swallowed. “One moment, ma’am. Let me inform the manager.”
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Five minutes later, a woman in a white coat walked out from the hallway. Elegant, calm, clearly the manager or head doctor.
“Good morning,” she said with a professional smile. “I’m Dr. Stella. I was told you want the deluxe hip and butt enhancement?”
“Yes,” Amelia replied.
“And you want it today.”
“Yes.”
Dr. Stella studied her face for a moment. “Alright. Let me be honest with you, ma’am. The procedure is safe when done properly, but we must run basic tests first. Blood pressure. Heart check. Medical history. We cannot take you into the theatre without that.”
“Fine,” Amelia said. “Do the tests. Just make sure everything happens today.”
“We will try,” Dr. Stella replied. “Shall we proceed?”
“Yes.”
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They led her inside a small room. A nurse checked her blood pressure, then temperature, then asked her a list of questions—any health issues, allergies, medications. Amelia answered all sharply and quickly, tapping her nails on her thigh because she hated delays.
Finally, Dr. Stella returned with a clipboard.
“Your vitals are okay,” she said. “So we can go ahead. We will prepare the theatre.”
Amelia exhaled in relief. “Good. And how long will the surgery take?”
“Three to four hours,” the doctor replied. “You’ll be under anesthesia. You won’t feel anything.”
“And recovery?”
“You’ll need to use a pillow to sit for a while. Some soreness. Swelling. But nothing extreme.”
Amelia nodded. “Fine. Do whatever you have to do. Just make sure my shape comes out perfect.”
The doctor gave a small smile. “We always do our best, ma’am.”
“I’m not paying for ‘best’,” Amelia said sharply. “I’m paying for perfection.”
The doctor didn’t argue. She simply nodded again and stepped out.
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The nurse handed Amelia a form.
“Please sign here, ma’am. It’s the consent form.”
Amelia took the pen. She didn’t even read it. She signed and pushed it back.
“Ma’am,” the nurse added politely, “you’ll have to change into a gown. The restroom is to your left.”
Amelia walked in and changed, folding her expensive clothes neatly. She looked at herself in the mirror again—no makeup now, hair tied up, hospital gown loose around her body.
She whispered to her own reflection:
“He thinks she’s better than me? Fine. Let’s see after this.”
For the first time, she didn’t look angry. She looked determined. She wasn’t going to allow any woman overshadow her—not in beauty, not in body, not in anything.
A knock came on the door.
“Ma’am, we’re ready for you.”
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They laid her on the hospital bed and pushed her gently into the theatre. Bright lights, machines, nurses moving around. But she didn’t flinch. She kept her face straight.
Dr. Stella came close. “We’re about to begin. I’ll give you anesthesia now. You’ll sleep off in a few seconds.”
“Good,” Amelia murmured.
The mask came over her face.
“Breathe in slowly.”
She inhaled.
Her last conscious thought was Ethan’s face.
And the woman in that magazine.
Then everything faded.
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Hours later, she opened her eyes in a recovery room, body wrapped in compression garments. She felt sore but calm. The nurse beside her smiled.
“Ma’am, the procedure went well.”
Amelia blinked slowly. “When… when will I see the result?”
“You’ll start seeing it in a few days when the swelling goes down. But even now, you’ll notice some difference.”
Her heart jumped.
“Bring a mirror,” she said softly.
The nurse went to get it.
Amelia braced herself. She wasn’t scared. Just impatient.
The mirror came.
She held it with shaky hands.
Even with the swelling… she could already see a curve she never had before.
A slow smile pulled at h
er lips.
“Good,” she whispered. “Very good.”
She wasn’t going to lose anything not Ethan, not her pride, not her place.
Whatever she had to do, she was ready.
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