Who Are You?

"What do I want to do?"

Lydia looked at the arrogant 28-year-old woman with a sly grin.

"Well, Gwen... You've certainly drawn your conclusions about us. That's easy to see. But why don't I also tell you about my conclusions about you?"

Lydia gestured toward Gwen's face.

"First, you're wearing multiple layers of makeup, too thick than the average woman's, probably because you feel that putting layers and layers of expensive things on your face will make it better."

Gwen touched her face, as though confirming Lydia's words. "What's wrong with putting on makeup? Is it wrong to look beautiful?"

Lydia shook her head. "No. There's nothing wrong with it. But just because something is expensive doesn't mean it's right for you."

Lydia slowly leaned into the city, staring at Gwen blankly. "You seem to hold a grudge. A kind of guilt. There's nothing wrong with getting to the top, but... don't step on people doing so. Your obsession with high society shows you've stepped on many people, especia