White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

Beatrice wore her crisp white lab coat, her French-manicured nails tapping against a heavy glass jar with a gold-painted lid.

“Normal aging is a disease, Martha, and we have to fight it together,” she said, unscrewing the lid.

The cream inside was thick and yellow, smelling faintly of synthetic metallic perfume.

“This cream is formulated with pure gold continue reading …