Iris Thompson's injuries were all on her forehead, which could be covered by her hair.
Hearing Eve Thompson's words, she hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Eve Thompson was very skilled with her hands, and quickly cut her a straight-across fringe. Normally, such a blunt fringe might be tough to pull off, but Iris Thompson and Eve Thompson looked exactly alike, both with a pair of large, upward-slanting phoenix eyes, an oval-shaped face, and complemented with fair and delicate skin. With this hairstyle, she actually looked like an eighteen-year-old girl.
"Beautiful!"
Emma Tonkin exclaimed from the side.
Eve Thompson laughed and then picked out a slim-fitting white coat for Iris Thompson. Underneath, she wore jeans and a shirt, paired with a pair of high heels, making her look intelligent and beautiful.
"Perfect!"
Eve Thompson snapped her fingers and pushed her in front of the mirror.
Iris Thompson gazed at her reflection in the mirror and finally smiled.