Nayana
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, and I barely recognize myself. The woman looking back at me doesn’t look broken or uncertain. She looks beautiful.
The blood-red gown hugs my curves like it was made just for me, the silky fabric pooling around my feet in an elegant sweep. A high slit runs up my thigh, bold and tempting, revealing the whole skin of my thigh. The color looks sinful against my skin, rich and deep like wine.
When Gwen handed me the box earlier and told me she had gotten it for me a while back, waiting for the perfect moment for me to wear it, I laughed and told her she was insane. But now… standing here, wearing it, I can’t even find words.
The dress makes me feel powerful. Alive.
Gwen had even thrown in a pair of delicate diamond earrings and strappy silve
