Oriana.
She pulled on that new dress she bought for herself. It was fitted all the way up to her neck and hugged all of her body down to her mid-thighs, she tightened the side strings and shortened it just a little further. Stood and did her make-up, left her hair out and put on those nice black three-inch Pixie boots she bought.
Then she looked at herself in the mirror while she played with the ruching across her hips, and down her thighs until she was happy with the way it sat, and put on her new jewellery, turned this way and that, smiled at herself. She looked pretty good as far as she was concerned.
She liked the olive-green colour of the dress, smiled at herself in the mirror, a night out, it was just what she needed. A night of dancing to not think about how her life was falling
