After I Became Pretty Chapter 02
Everyone was praising Seren.
“Seren’s being so kind. Elara, don’t be ungrateful.”
My hands were shaking.
Through her relentless taunting, I forced myself to stay calm and typed carefully:
That’s actually our school beauty, Seren.
Sorry, I sent the wrong photo — but it works out, because I wanted you to know I’m even prettier than her.
I stopped hesitating and sent my best old photos.
This time, Dorian didn’t reply right away.
I waited, nerves twisting in my stomach.
Then he called.
“Baby, you’re so slim — so beautiful — so elegant…”
“you’re exactly my type. I can barely breathe.”
“You’re even prettier than that school beauty. I wish I could see you right now.”
His voice was full of excitement.
My face went warm.
I took a breath and said carefully:
“After Summer Break. The first day of school.”
“That’s when we’ll meet.”
That gave me three months.
Enough time to push myself.
Dorian was thrilled. “You finally agreed to see me.”
“Don’t worry — I’ll have so many gifts ready for you.”
The moment the call ended, he transferred fifty thousand dollars.
My pretty baby deserves pretty clothes and pretty bags.
Buy whatever you want. Tell me when you run out.
I stared at the screen, a smile sneaking onto my face.
The comments were right.
Dorian really was a walking ATM.
Seren saw the transfer, jealousy burning in her eyes.
“You don’t actually think a filtered photo will fool him, do you?” she sneered.
“When he sees what you really look like, you’re going to regret this.”
[Doesn’t matter. When Dorian is disappointed in Elara, Seren will step in.]
[This fat pig will make Seren look like an angel.]
[Dorian will fall for her in seconds, unless he’s blind.]
[Let this pig enjoy it while she can. The harder she falls, the better it’ll be.]
Their contempt lit a fire under me.
I used Dorian’s money to join the best gym and hired the best trainer.
One goal:
In three months, I’d get back to my prime — strong, healthy, unstoppable.
The coach laid it out:
“From today, every bite you eat, every sip you drink — I decide it.”
“Three hours a day. Can you do it?”
I nodded hard.
Dorian had shown me real sincerity.
I couldn’t let him down.
And I couldn’t let down the girl who’d spent years being mocked and excluded.
Day one, the coach pushed me until I cried.
Dragging my aching body home, I opened WhatsApp.
New messages.
It was Seren.
She’d taken a photo of me crying at the gym.
Breaking news — Elara’s started dieting for her meet-up!
How long do you think she’ll last?