rumors of a botched job
Small whispers of accidents and flaws were the beginning of the rumors. She had been misled about how perfect her facelift was. With each whisper tainted with underlying judgment, word spread like wildfire across her social circles. Well-placed recommendations created a cascade of effects. Soon, rumors began to circulate, rife with conjecture. The truth of every cryptic remark now seemed to pierce the once-triumphant glow around her new appearance. The commotion was just getting started, and it was gloriously satisfying.
Rumors Of A Botched Job
rising paranoia
The change she once showed off turned become a playground for her worry. Every look in the mirror became a critical evaluation. Doubt and distrust tainted her newly discovered attractiveness. She withdrew into herself, questioning each line and flaw she saw endlessly. Under such criticisms, her confidence dissolved, amplified by reverberating rumors of “botched” that haunted her ears. It was as if I was directing an undetected, behind-the-scenes play that was predictable and artistic as I watched her fall apart.
Rising Paranoia
