

I sat in front of the mirror, watching my reflection slowly transform into something I wasn’t used to seeing every day. The soft golden lights framed my face, and the dress—that dress—hung perfectly against my skin, as if it was made just for me.

I sat in front of the mirror, watching my reflection slowly transform into something I wasn’t used to seeing every day. The soft golden lights framed my face, and the dress—that dress—hung perfectly against my skin, as if it was made just for me.
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