Thorns Grow After Betrayal (Celeste and Chester) novel Chapter 267

“Don’t worry, Celly. He promised he wouldn’t,” Mirabelle breathed a sigh of relief. “I just sent him fifty photos.”

Celestine frowned. “Mirabelle, don’t be ridiculous.”

She was about to scold Mirabelle for being hopelessly lovesick when Mirabelle giggled. “They’re my best-kept photos, the prettiest ones. I almost didn’t want to share! I sent you a copy too—check your phone.”

Celestine’s phone chimed with a new message.

She opened their chat, surprised.

Inside were all sorts of Mirabelle’s old photos from when she was a teenager.

Compared to Joanna’s carefully staged, artificial shots, Mirabelle’s natural, untouched face was strikingly beautiful, untainted by any cosmetic work.

Celestine’s heart, which had been lodged in her throat, finally settled. She couldn’t help but praise her. “That’s just like you. Always stunning.”

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After Mirabelle agreed, Zeke wasted no time forwarding her photos to Joanna.

“Joanna, I got the photos. Go through them and see if any will work—just crush that damn PR disaster already!”

Joanna stared at the stream of Mirabelle’s pictures in her inbox, her teeth grinding with jealousy.

Voice trembling, she snapped, “Zeke, if you’re not going to help me, just say so. Let everyone drag me through the mud—I’ll just quit the industry tomorrow!” And with that, she hung up.

When Zeke finally took a good look at the photos he’d sent, he froze in shock.

Still, there was no denying it—Mirabelle at seventeen was gorgeous.

Nothing like those awkward, unflattering shots Joanna had tried to use to clear her own name.

Meanwhile, Joanna was so furious she hurled her phone across the room.

She never imagined Celestine would forward her a video from her high school days—her cosmetic surgery diary.

That spiteful witch had to have done it on purpose.

Joanna’s cosmetic work had always been a sore spot, something she’d buried deep.

She called it “subtle adjustments,” restoring her beauty—not at all like the internet rumors made it out to be.

Her face twisted with rage.

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