Ball

I stood in front of the mirror staring at my reflection, a different person staring back at me.

Is this really me?

I stared back at the vibrant green eyes feeling both happy and nervous.

The dress was a red number — the seductive shade of wine — with a high thigh slits. The back rides low having a crisscross. The sleeveless exquisite dress dips low, forming a V that gorgeously leaves enough cleavage — the whisper of feminity of the woman adorning the dress. It accentuated the curves I didn't know I had, not in a crude way but still looking hot.

Matching heels and jewelries adorned me completing my look.

I couldn't deny that I thought I look good. And the joy it brought to my heart that after years I could finally look at my reflection and feel pretty. But I was worried about what others would say.

Would Saint call me a whore just like Daniel does? Would he think I'm pretty or would he give look at me with the kind of eyes Daniel did. Filled with disgust and lust at the same time.

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