I looked at myself in the large mirror that was thankfully in the room.
My hair was braided into two cornrows in order to tame my curly hair, my eyes looked fuller thanks to the mascara that Jenne had applied to my eyes and I wore a blue dress that reached just below my knees paired with some wedges.
The girl that looked back at me did not look anything like the girl that had walked into this place at the start of all of this. The girl that looked back at me seemed more confident in herself, as if she truly knew herself.
“You think this looks okay?” I asked as I tagged my dress. “I don’t want to come off as too much or too desperate.”
Jenne rolled her eyes at me through the mirror. She was sitting on the bed, staring at me through the mirror.
“You look beautiful,” she replied. “None
