With extreme patience and care, she did all of Brandon Jacobs’s fingernails and toenails.
After admiring her work for a moment, she removed it all.
"I’d better take it off. I don’t want people to laugh at you when you go out."
For the first time in his life, Brandon Jacobs thought it was wonderful that humans had fingernails and toenails. They could be painted and then have the polish removed, over and over. He was willing to let Elsa fuss over him like this every day.
She worked silently, and he just stared at her, feeling as if they were the only two people in the world. It was so quiet, so comfortable.
Once the polish was removed from both hands, Brandon Jacobs didn’t want to part from her yet, so he pleaded with Elsa.
"There’s still my face. Do you want to do my makeup or something?"
Elsa was pleasantly surprised again. "Okay! I love doing people’s makeup."
This brought the two of them even closer.
Elsa’s face was right in front of his, carefully studying every inch of his skin. Brandon Jacobs truly wanted to marry her on the spot.
After over an hour of work, she had transformed Brandon Jacobs into a stunning beauty.
Elsa excitedly pushed him toward the mirror.
"You’re so beautiful. Do you have a sister? She must be just as beautiful as the you in the mirror."
"That’s because my mom is beautiful. You’re even more beautiful. I’m so handsome, and you’re so gorgeous—if we had a child, their looks would be off the charts."
It was unclear if Elsa heard him or not; she just turned and walked out.
"I’m going to start stringing bracelets now. Want to join me?"
It was already past 6:00 PM, and they had been sitting for half the day. Brandon Jacobs was worried her eyes would get tired and didn’t want her sitting for so long.
"Let’s go out for dinner. Do you like baking? After dinner, I’ll take you to a DIY bakery. We can switch things up and do this tomorrow."
Elsa had long heard about DIY cake bakeries in the country. At home, she always baked by herself and for herself, with no one to eat her creations. She was quite willing to go try it out.
"Okay! Then let’s go."
Eager to get to the bakery, Elsa took charge. They quickly grabbed a bowl of noodles at a random roadside restaurant and then set off.
After paying and tying on their aprons, the professional Elsa and the professional instructor instantly had something to talk about.
The two of them chatted the entire time. Even though Brandon Jacobs didn’t get to talk to her, it was the first time he had seen her so talkative and smiling so much. He felt the money was more than well spent.
The two of them were busy until the middle of the night before heading back.
Elsa baked a cake, cookies, and made tiramisu and strawberry mousse, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.
To make her happy, Brandon Jacobs ate a huge amount of dessert.
Lying in bed that night, Elsa seemed to still be immersed in the day’s childish fun.
"Are you sleepy? I can’t sleep. You go ahead. I’ll count your hairs."
She held Brandon Jacobs’s head in her arms and began to count his hairs one by one. She quickly lulled him to sleep.
When Brandon Jacobs woke up the next morning, Elsa wasn’t in bed. He searched the entire house, but she wasn’t in their room. Startled, he quickly called Damien Vaughn, only to find out she had gone to the hospital.
"My mom can talk today. She wanted to see her, so she came over."
Brandon Jacobs rushed to the hospital.
When he saw Elsa, she was just coming out of the hospital room after talking with her mother.
It was as if she had suddenly woken up from a fairytale, reverting to her cold and proud demeanor.
Turtleneck sweater, black overcoat, sunglasses—her coldness made Brandon Jacobs hesitant to approach her again.
Elsa came to speak with Damien Vaughn.
"Mom wants to be discharged and go home. I can handle things from here on out. Let’s go."
They had been away for a week. There was a lot of work at the company, which was exhausting Cecelia Archer. Damien Vaughn had been missing Cecelia and Candy for a while now.
And so, they drove back to Veridia.
After getting Mrs. Vaughn settled in her upstairs room and connected to the various medical instruments, Brandon Jacobs went downstairs first. Mrs. Vaughn had something to say to her son and daughter.

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