Before, her face had always seemed to be covered in a layer of grime. It was sallow and gaunt, and her hair was a mess. Aside from a decent figure, there was nothing attractive about her.
Now, cleaned up and wearing a little makeup, she looked like a completely different person. The change was striking.
Having figured out the woman's identity, Stella Sterling had a good idea of why she had come here dressed like this.
Still, she had no intention of opening the door. The woman might be stunning, but Stella's sexual orientation was perfectly normal. Besides, she wasn't interested in romance right now.
The person outside knocked for a while. When the door remained shut, she frowned slightly. She didn't dare bother Stella Sterling, but she had gone to great lengths to dress up for this visit.
She had endured the bone-chilling cold, washing her hair and body with melted snow. When the water touched her skin, she'd honestly felt like she was going to die.
