Sheila tilted her head, confusion written all over her face. "Pores?" she echoed. "What are those?"
Isabella blinked. Oh. Right. Skincare wasn't exactly a thing here. "You know, the tiny holes on your face that let your skin breathe?"
Sheila reached up and touched her cheek like Isabella had just told her she was secretly covered in holes. "...My skin is breathing?"
"Yes! And right now, it's suffocating!" Isabella gestured dramatically. "Look, see this part? It's dry. That's bad. And here—" She poked Sheila's cheek lightly. "It's too oily. That's also bad. And don't even get me started on how much dirt is trapped in here—"
Sheila's expression slowly shifted from confusion to alarm. "So... my face is bad?"
"No, no, no, love," Isabella said quickly, waving her hands. "Your face is gorgeous. It just needs a little... enhancement. A little glow-up. A little extra love."
Sheila still looked unconvinced. "So... I'm not ugly?"
