Chapter 122
Chapter 122
Maisie had her fill and then went to get cleaned up. She changed into Zinnia’s pajamas and told her, “Zinnia, don’t worry about the scratch on my face. It’s probably already scabbed over. No need to put anything on it.”
Zinnia dragged Maisie over to the vanity and sat her down. She pulled out a white jar holding a milky–white cream that smelled fresh and soothing. As Maisie stared at the jar, it struck her as strangely familiar.
“This works as skincare too,” Zinnia said as she scooped out some cream with a spoon and gently smoothed it onto Maisie’s face.
Maisie saw the stubborn look in Zinnia’s eyes and knew she couldn’t say no to her kindness.
“Zinnia, this feels amazing,” Maisie exclaimed. The cream felt cool and soothing on her face. She even thought it was better than the fancy Moon Scar Cream she’d used from the Moore family.
“I made this myself,” Zinnia said, carefully smoothing the cream over Maisie’s face. “If you like it, I can whip up a fresh jar for you in a couple of days.”
“Wait, what? You made this yourself? Since when are you this good at stuff?” Maisie stared at her, surprised. She never thought this cream would be something Zinnia had actually made.
Zinnia nodded. “Back when I lived in Tareston, my Master taught me some medicine. If you ever feel sick or anything, just let me know. I’ll check you
out.”
“That’s so cool. Sweetie, you’re amazing.” Maisie beamed. She kept staring at that white jar, the nagging feeling that she’d seen it before getting stronger.
“Zinnia, did you make Moon Scar Cream yourself?” Maisie picked up the jar, her fingers tracing the raised letters on its surface. That was when it clicked. She’d seen this exact jar at James’s place.
The jar had “Moon Scar Cream” written on it in raised letters. It didn’t just make old scars disappear completely–it made your skin look years younger, slowed aging, and basically worked magic on your whole body.
It was said that a single gram of this stuff cost over 100 thousand dollars. Every rich woman in high society was dying to get her hands on it.
Medical labs everywhere had tried cracking the formula, but they’d only figured out a handful of ingredients before giving up. The authentic recipe remains exclusive to the Moore family.
But over a decade ago, the main Moore family was wiped out overnight in an explosion. The original Moon Scar Cream recipe vanished with them. The Moore family’s distant relatives had pieces of the formula, so the cream they made was nothing like the original.
Still, women in high society fought tooth and nail for the low–tier version. Maisie’s mom had actually snagged some a few times, and Maisie loved how it worked. She couldn’t wrap her head around how incredible the real Moon Scar Cream must’ve been.
Maisie noticed the mark on Zinnia’s jar was totally different from the Moon Scar Cream jars sold now. The Moore family had changed the packaging since the cream wasn’t as effective anymore.
Zinnia’s jar looked exactly like the old–school ones. In fact, Maisie started to think that Zinnia’s jar might be the real deal.
Maisie remembered something her mom had told her. Back in the day, Yannis was totally wrecked–his whole body was just one big mess of wounds. James spent a fortune buying up the last of the original Moon Scar Cream from the Moore family.
Yannis used the cream every day, and his cuts ended up healing without a single scar.
One time at James’s place, Maisie spotted an empty Moon Scar Cream jar. James noticed how much she liked it and gave it to her. She used to pl with that jar all the time as a kid, so she knew every detail about it.
