ANYTA'S POV
I stared at my reflection and sighed as a slight sense of deja vu washed over me.
My hair was already done, soft curls falling neatly over my shoulders, glossy and cooperative for once, without multiple tries.
That alone felt like a minor victory. But the problem wasn’t my hair.
It was everything else.
The bed behind me was littered with dresses. Satin, lace, chiffon. Dresses I’d once worn without thinking twice and without sucking in my stomach or turning sideways to inspect my hips from every angle.
Dresses from a life that felt both too close and impossibly far away.
I reached for one of the gowns hanging in the wardrobe and tugged it free, already knowing how this would end even as I proceeded to slide it on.
It didn’t zip past my ribs.
I closed my eyes briefly, fe
