Riley POV
Just like she promised, Stacey smuggled a dress and accessories downstairs to me, while I gaped at her. The dress was stunning, a white strapless gown with a sequined waist that flowed to my mid-thighs. There was a zipper down the side. It was almost bridal and she had included shimmery ballet flats so that I could walk with ease. There was a matching mask as well. "About that hair" she began looking at me intently.
But I was through hiding. I was through being less than what I was. I was through being the victim. I had thought long and hard about this. About constantly accepting the abuse, of accepting what life threw at me and never fighting back. Of always being the one who had to bear with the punches and never take a stand. That ended now. It ended today.
"The hair stay
