After returning from Diagon Alley, Hermione remained absent-minded.
She had thought meeting Albert's lovers would be a relatively amicable affair, but to her complete surprise, the three Foreign Witches had used the consultation as an opportunity to belittle her into worthlessness, filling her with disgust and irritation.
Did being pretty make them so great? Studying her reflection in the mirror on the table, Hermione had never cared about her appearance as much as she did now.
She felt that Albert valued what was inside more. Otherwise, if he only chose beautiful women as lovers, how could he possibly have accepted her?
Even so, Hermione was still furious, and they had gotten under her skin a little.
The truth could be truly hurtful sometimes.
Just as Albert's lovers had said, she did not pay much attention to grooming her appearance, nor was she as outstanding as his other lovers...
It was not that Hermione liked putting herself down.
There was nothing she could do about it.
Albert's lovers were all beautiful, while she was the exception. It was only natural for her to have unnecessary thoughts and for her peace of mind to waver.
Even if Albert truly did not care, Hermione could no longer disregard her appearance as she had before.
Actually, it was not that Hermione herself cared so much. What she cared about was whether Albert cared. Every woman wanted to show her best side to her lover, rather than always looking like an ugly duckling.
After suppressing the urge to use the Communication Bookmark to talk to Albert, Hermione picked up the Quill from the table. Forcing down the disgust welling up inside her, she began recalling what those irritating women had said and jotting down each piece of advice that might be useful to her.
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