Mary sat down, speaking with a whispery tone to the manager “Has she gone… crazy?”

“Not at all, you ungrateful whelp”, said the manager with the harsh tone her harsh beauty was expected to carry. “We were searching for a girl like you even before the accident happened”

Carol signed again, with still uncertain, but graceful, signs. The manager conveyed

“Being a model isn’t easier as it seems. The pressure of the public, the gossip, the parties… and you cannot simply stop and retire. So, I searched for another mean of salvation…”

The manager touched a stone, embedded in her necklace “This item is magical in nature. Two woman, sick of their own lives, touch it, and then their life are exchanged”

“So I’d be…”
“Deaf?”, said the manager with a stern look…
“No, I’d be her. The mistress… the famous model. And she will be a nobody”
“At least a nobody she’d love to be. Now, if you want to accept or refuse, it’s left to you. Touch the stone, and put it on Carol’s hand. Or forget about it, and go on..”