Becky stood in front of the large mirror, the early morning light filtering into the room behind her. The soft glow cast an ethereal aura around her figure, contrasting with the less-than-holy nature of her chosen outfit. These were the clothes she had reserved for the beach. Just like the ones she wore the other night for dinner.
She had worn these just once, almost three years ago. Now, they clung to her body, a little too tight, and made them ten times worse.
Reluctantly, Becky assessed her appearance, narrowing her eyes at the reflection. She didn’t want to venture out like this, but her own feelings and reservations had become secondary. Becky had a plan and to execute it, and she knew she would have to do things she wasn’t exactly proud of.
Her only consolation was the reminder th
