After I Became Pretty Chapter 04
As the break began, my weight loss hit a plateau.
My body was fighting back.
The numbers on the scale barely moved.
But I had my trainer adjusting my plan, and my grandparents cheering me on.
No time to panic—just kept pushing.
When I dropped another ten pounds, everything shifted.
The bracelet slid on easily.
My skin cleared. My jawline sharpened.
I started taking photos again—even sent Dorian a few shadowy, artsy side shots.
My trainer said at my height—5’6″—143 pounds was the sweet spot.
Healthy. Toned. Stunning.
In the final month, I fell in love with clean eating.
No cravings. No temptation.
I mastered every workout, added yoga and Pilates for tone.
The weight came off slowly, steadily.
My curves emerged. My confidence grew.
Neighbors did double takes. “Elara, you look like a completely different person.”
“You could pass for a celebrity.”
I started wearing the clothes Dorian had sent me—sneaking him photos of my progress.
He responded by sending more money.
“Baby, I already visited your campus.”
“On the first day, I’m going to give you a huge surprise.”
I stepped on the scale.
149 pounds. Final stretch.
The day before we met, it hit 143.
Not just thin—toned.
Sun-kissed skin. No acne. Strong.
My grandparents cried. My trainer cried.
“Elara, with this kind of willpower, you can do anything.”
For our first meeting, I bought a dress that made me feel like the best version of myself.
Curled my hair.
I was late—traffic.
Stepping out of the car, I spotted a flashy Porsche in the distance.
Dorian was already there.
I started toward him—
Then I saw Seren walk up to him first.
“Dorian, hi. I’m Seren. You’ve seen my photo.”
She was dressed to kill, every move calculated.
Dorian stared at her, something flickering in his eyes.
I froze.
The comments lit up.
[Seren’s going for it. Dorian’s speechless—I knew he’d fall for her.]
[Did the fat girl even lose weight?]
[Who cares. The side character’s done. Even if she shows up, she’ll just be background noise.]
Seren pulled out a photo—the one from when I was 200 pounds.
“This is the real Elara. Fat. Ugly. A slob.”
“The photos she sent you were all filtered.”
“I felt sorry for you, so I came to tell you the truth.”
Dorian took the photo, hesitant.
I almost turned around.
Then I caught myself.
I wasn’t that person anymore.
People were already staring at me—some even looked like they wanted my number.
I could do this.
I took a breath, circled behind Dorian, and stepped closer.
Would he still fall for Seren’s act?
Or would he see me?
And when Seren finally recognized me—what would her face look like?
Dorian was staring at the photo, confused.
“Elara really lied to me? I don’t want to believe that.”
Seren’s eyes gleamed with triumph.
“She’s ashamed. That’s why she didn’t show.”
“Block her—she’s not worth your time.”
[One last step. Add Seren. Their story starts now.]
Seren was about to ask for his contact—
When she looked up and saw me standing behind him.
She didn’t recognize me.
Annoyed by my presence, she forced a polite smile.
“Who are you looking for?”
I didn’t answer.
I just reached out and tapped Dorian on the back.
He turned—confused.
I held up the bracelet he’d given me and smiled.