Jeverica screamed at the sight of her face.

Her skin was red, and full of blisters that spread around her face. Bubbles of pimples grew across her forehead and chin.

Jeverica panicked. This was not happening.

She quickly called her friend to cancel her schedule for the day, because she was feeling unwell. Jeverica put on her usual make up to cover the redness and the swollen pimples on her face, wincing in pain as she touched one of them.

She put on a hoodie to hide her face, and made her way to the mall where she found the shop.

She walked the right path, turned the right corner, but she was surprised to find the shop replaced with a dog adoption center.

She looked around, telling herself this must be a mistake. She retraced her steps, and went outside the mall, then went in again, making sure not to miss a step or a turn, or a lift.

The shop was gone.

This infuriated her. She stepped inside the dog adoption center and asked for the manager.

"The shop, the beauty shop, it was right here! Three days ago I was here, I bought the cream! It turned my face into this!" Jeverica screamed, pointing at her now red and swollen face.

The manager seemed clueless about what she said. "Look, I'm sorry ma'am, but we've been in this area for ten years. Are you sure you're in the right mall?" The manager asked worriedly.

"You think I'm making this up? I'm in hell!" Jeverica yelled.

"There's no need to raise your temper, ma'am." The manager said.

"No, you don't understand. I'm the face of beauty. Days ago, people praised me for my face, I was beautiful...I am beautiful. Until the cream, that I bought in this shop, turned me like an alien." Jeverica enunciated.

The manager looked at Jeverica and sighed. "I wish I can help you ma'am, but I do really have no idea of a beauty shop in the area, nor has there been any in this spot for ten years." The manager said.

Jeverica felt like crying. She stormed out of the adoption center and left.

Jeverica didn't step out. She felt angry, she felt ashamed. She felt like the world turned over.
She couldn't find the shop, or the saleslady that sold her the cream. She couldn't even search for the product since the product didn't have a label.

Upset and...