MAYA
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, turning slowly from side to side.
The dress I’d designed myself looked even better than I’d imagined. A delicate white crocheted top hugged my curves like it was made for my body, the intricate pattern showing just enough skin to feel soft and feminine without being too revealing.
The pink skirt flowed gently around my thighs, short enough to tease but elegant enough for a high-society kitty party. The contrast against my snowy skin made me look almost glowing LIKE SO soft, delicious, and breathtaking.
My long dark hair fell in perfect waves down my back, and the light gloss I’d just applied made my naturally plump lips look shiny and inviting. I smiled at my reflection, feeling pretty for the first time in days. Then I
