"The condition of my entire state, so more aptly put than you know," Elizabeth thoughtfully admitted. "Your father was like me? Well, I don't suppose a similar misfortune befell him," Elizabeth?decided, more for her own sake than anybody else's. After all, it was too much to hope the girl's father was made like her. It wasn't like?just anybody could replicate Victor's work. And before her, as far as she understood, there was only his creation. The woman likely had weaker eye sight, insufficient to detect the true magnitude of the disaster that Elizabeth has become. Her father truly could?not be like her. But if there was a cream to help her regardless...
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"So you really think there is a cream that could help me out? Oh my, how little could I expect such a boon. Yes, of course Victor would understand, won't you dear," Elizabeth spoke with a pleasant yet determined smile. She had established a better rapport with her husband but it did not imply everything was in order. Her trust in him was too new. Her love for him too frayed at the edges. He had let her down on too many?occasions, which would have been alright, but she hasn't been fixed yet. And there was that defiant?part in her needing to take charge of her life. An opportunity she had not expected and could not refuse to miss. No matter what.
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"Yes, I shall try your creams then. What a charming name, by the way," she?commented, finally registering what the young woman referred to herself?as. "I cannot say I have ever heard ?a name like this, but I do like the sound of it. I am Elizabeth Frankenstein, if I haven't said. My memory is about as bad as my mood these days," Elizabeth shakily smiled.?
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