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Sofia.

Begrudgingly dried my hair and my body. applying the moisturizer on my skin after shaving my legs. I walked into the room as Camille stood up grinning wildly, her arms swinging back and forth like a kid high on sugar.

"Come on chérie, put this on-" she handed me the dress then paused at my frown, "And maybe put a smile on too. Ah! We'll have so much fun," she squealed and I grabbed the soft silky material from her.

"We'll have so much fun," I mocked and she just giggled at my attempt at her heavy French accent coming out of my mouth.

I slipped on my underwear deciding to not wear a bra, my eyes surveying the pretty dress and I worried about how my boobs would be practically spilling out of the thin material.

But I loved my ears too much to not get scolded about how good I'd look in them and wore them anyway.

My scars thankfully are going to be hidden from the wandering eyes by a few touches of makeup here and there.

I slipped on the dress, its spaghetti straps barely holding m