As I entered my room, I shut the door with a heavy sigh, the events of the night replaying in my mind like a cruel loop. I couldn’t escape the humiliation I felt. Lucien’s words about everyone hearing what happened between Faruk and me were burned into my memory. I clenched my fists, forcing the tension in my body to release as I walked towards the dresser.
I needed to get out of this dress, out of this makeup, out of this nightmare. I was beyond mortified. Damn him! Damn Faruk it's all his fault.
The black dress, which had clung to my skin with its elegance and tight grip, now felt suffocating. I peeled it off and stood under the dim light of the bathroom, letting the warm water of the shower wash away the remnants of the night. The water felt like a baptism, cleansing me of the shame
