Krystalina~
I lathered my chest to the rounds of my breast with glitter body oil. My pulse fluttered under my glowing skin as I smoothed a final touch of glitter over my collarbones and my cleavage.
It's Christmas Eve, and I want every eye on me. I want his brown eyes on me.
I slipped into my white polka dot bra, the fabric hugged me, lifting, shaping, making my curves look fuller and my cleavage impossibly defined.
For a moment, I simply stared at my reflection.
The girl who stared back at me, was someone close to who I used to be before my father's death, before I started dating Morgan.
Confident.
He stopped me from dressing the way I wanted, called me slut. And to please him, I stopped wearing the dresses I loved.
But I am free now and I am my own woman.
I created a perfec
