The Beautiful The Damn

There was a big mirror in the room. It was so beautiful and would make everyone who saw her face trough its reflection fell that she was the most beautiful creature in the world. A middle aged woman walked around the room restlessly. She was Mrs. Jean, the riches woman in the town. From the distance she saw her reflection through the mirror. She touched her face. It was not like she felt some years ago. She could feel the wrinkles on her beautiful face. Some of her hair turned white indicated that she was not young anymore. She walked closer to the mirror. She tried to adore her face. But nothing. She couldn’t see her glory face, it was an old woman smiled, mocked her as cruel as a witch that eaten her beauty day by day. She screamed and threw all the beauty cream on the small table near the mirror. She wiped her face and told herself that she wanted her beauty back. And there, she had found an idea

It was 9 p.m. when she called her young maid, Martha to accompany her sat on the bench in the garden. “Martha, am I still beautiful?” she opened the conversation.

“Sure, I can’t deny that you are adorable Madam” Martha answered politely

“Don’t lie Martha, you see the wrinkles on my face, my hair turn white and for day by day the beauty will leave me alone in sorrow. I will not able to see my friends in the party” Mrs. Jean glanced jealously to the sleeping lotus on her pond.

Martha was in her silent. It was true. In her fortieth, there were some wrinkles and when she combed Mrs. Jean’s hair she could see some white hair, but she didn’t want her hair colored. “You still beautiful Madam, nothing else matter, you had very nice smile, fair skin, and your face is perfect. White hair

Then Mrs. Jean continued “Martha, would you like to give your hair to me? I will buy it, with high price”

Martha was so startled, she didn’t understand why did Mrs. Jean had such of bad idea. “But…why?” she looked at her boss’ eyes.

“You can have your beautiful hair again, Martha, you can wait for a young handsome man engaged you, but I can’t wait for my hair turn all white and my admired laugh on my witch hair, please Martha!” Mrs. Jean’s eyes stroke coldly. She handed a scissor to Martha, and left her.

Martha cried, she loved Mrs. Jean for she was so kind to her. She accompanied her to great party and helped her with everything, also traveled around the world by a gorgeous yacht. But, how could she be a cruel woman, asked the only loveable thing she had. She took the scissor and cut her hair in tears.

Mrs. Jean was in the best saloon in town. She had Martha’s hair in the bag. With the chemist formula, the beautician worked professionally. Mrs. Jean smiled happily when the mirror reflected her beautiful hair. She held Martha’s hand and whispered “See that Martha, the witch had gone, thanks dear”

Martha smiled bitterly. She refused to have treatment from the therapist. She walked to one of the staff and saw her prepared facial formula in small bowl for Mrs. Jean. Martha took a small bottle from her pocket and dropped some liquid of hydrargyrum toward the bowl.

Martha told Mrs. Jean that she wanted to go for fresh air and she went out of the saloon. She handed the envelop to the staff and asked her to give it to Mrs. Jean after the facial done. “Where will you go Martha?” the staff asked. “What is it?”

“Just refresh my mind, It’s just a message for my Madam, but please give it when she looks for me and I don’t come back yet” Martha smiled, she slipped a tip for her. Martha went home and wanted to catch the train, she would leave the town far away for she didn’t want to see her beautiful long hair on Mrs. Jean’s head.

“What you have done to me! I will send you to the jail” Mrs. Jean shouted angrily to the owner of the saloon. She fell that her face burned. It turned red and the skin peeled off. She called Martha but the staff told her she didn’t come back yet and handed her an envelop. Mrs. Jean threw the mirror with her heel, and it was broken. That was a mess. Everyone saw her poorly. Her beautiful face turned into a red devil face. The owner was confused, she went to the hospital to asked for a medical help.

“What’s wrong with the formula?” one of the staff asked. Another staff shrugged. She told her that she gave her the best facial formula from oyster extract and also other best ingredients.

In the hospital Mrs. Jean cursed for she missed Martha. She didn’t know where she had gone. Suddenly she remembered an envelope given by the staff of the saloon. She opened it and there was a paper written:

“Most people do not have a problem with being old. They have a problem with looking old.” I’m so sorry Mrs. Jean, I quit.

Yours

Martha

Mrs Jean was mad. She was frustrated and since that time she never be seen in the party at the town.