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As I stare into the mirror, I don’t recognize the reflection. I have to give Audrie credit. She NAILED the dress. I run my fingers across the intricate crystal design that runs beneath my breasts and scrolls up the halter-style straps. The black fabric hangs closely to my body and just barely touches the floor. It would be pooling at my feet if it wasn’t for the clear jeweled heels.
I do a small turn, and with a small sigh, my eyes see the open back that didn’t allow for a bra or to hide my scars. The crystal embellishments continue on the back strap and run from the small of my back to the floor. It does make my butt look pretty stellar.
Having my scars out in the open like did make me nervous, but Audrie insisted that it showcases my strength and that the pack would think the sam
