Blair’s POV
Draped in a towel, I delved into my closet, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty in the air. My fingers traced over various fabric textures, colors, and designs, each representing a different facet of my personality. My choice settled on a blood-red dress, a hidden gem nestled among the array of garments. Pulling it out, I felt the smooth fabric slip through my fingers, and I knew it was the one. Its rich hue spoke of passion, while its flowing lines promised elegance. As I fastened my hair into a neat bun and slipped into a pair of red pumps, I caught my reflection in the mirror. A twinge of satisfaction settled within me; my appearance was a reflection of both my inner strength and the vulnerability of this newfound connection.
A sudden rap on the door jolted me, making my
