“Wow,” I breathed and I truly meant it.
My usually unruly curls were flat ironed into sleek beautiful red hair. The light kept catching on it and made it glisten. My face had never looked so smooth. Planes upon planes of perfect skin. My jaw looked sharp and defined. Maja had lined my eyes with kohl. Their hazel color popped against the paleness of my skin. My lashes were long and darker than usual. They curled up and felt like fans when I blinked at myself.
The gown that Pietha had put me in was a deep mossy green. It was if the dress was made of millions of pieces of fabric, all woven together to form ropes. They curled and curved around every bit of me and accentuated my hips, waist and ass. One skimmed the underline of my breast then swirled down to my hip.
To pull it all together
