“Stand up straight,” Percilla warned in a whisper. “Bending is presenting an opportunity.”
“Not much of one if I’m back here,” Adam bit out assertively.
Percilla humphed. The pull at her lips said something far different than her silence.
… Does it not look good?
… is it not enough?
Renee couldn’t help how she got derailed by their private conversation. At first she could follow along, and now everyone was picking on how her body looked.
It was all very depressing.
Not that she wasn’t already self conscious of her body or anything. The dress she wore, while beautiful, was more adult than she felt.
Women that could pull off no bra and anything bare didn’t include her. In a word, she felt like a fraud.
All the while, Renee still held the powers to move and keep her eyes down,
