EVANGELINE.
I finished bathing and have wrapped the undyed cotton cloth around my waist like a sarong. The additional square isn’t big enough to cover my torso, but I manage to fold it into a triangle and knot it behind my breasts.
I walk to the mirror and even I’m not ready for what I see. The woman in front of me isn’t the one I saw this morning. There’s something different about me, from the power that I hold in my eyes… even my skin doesn’t look the same…
My heart thunders and I take a few breaths to calm myself.
Picking up a towel I wrap my hair up in a turban hiding away the white and look down, I feel rather bare, the makeshift skirt doesn’t even fall past my knees, and is sitting below my belly button and the top is not much more than a crop top.
I suddenly feel worried, wond
