ANYTA’S POV
A dejected sigh escaped me as my reflection stared back at me in the mirror.
I hadn’t dressed up in so long that I almost forgot how.
The mirror in my bedroom reflected a woman I barely recognized.
I'd curled my wavy hair and the shiny coils fell softly over my shoulders in a way that flattered me. I liked the subtle shimmer on my eyelids too but that was about it.
I absolutely hated everything else I was seeing.
From the fitted black dress that hugged curves I hadn’t asked for but couldn’t seem to lose no matter how much portion control I did and how many miles I ran.
Grandma Jo had picked it out from the small stash of clothes I rarely touched. She'd said it was “delightfully dangerous.”
Whatever that meant, I wasn’t so sure about it.
I bit my lip, smoothing the fabr
