White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

just trying to help.”

Beatrice reached into her small leather clutch resting on the sideboard and pulled out a small, frosted glass jar with a gold lid.

She set it next to my water glass.

“I only want us to be a team, Martha, and this new gel is my peace offering,” she said, her voice dropping to a warm, confidential tone. “No active acids, no harsh rubbing.continue reading …