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She looked at herself in the mirror. The Adamson decided to throw a party for her. It's like she's still turning 18 when she's already 19. Her mom locked her up in her room together with her personal makeup artist, hairstylist and others. She can't name them.

“Oh my, why did you dye your brunette hair?” her hairstylist said. “I think you look better with your natural brunette one.”

She didn't bother uttering a word. She just stared at herself in the mirror. They styled her hair in a messy bun and applied light makeup on her face. She's also wearing a piece of very expensive jewelry that Hermano brought for her as a gift—which she wasn't that thankful about. It's expensive. The price can feed the hungry street children in a month.

“Can we remove this?” her pedicurist asked her: pertaining to the anklet she's still wearing.

She stared at it longer before finally deciding to nod her head. The woman immediately took off the anklet and placed it above the vanity dresser as she continue mea