Dressed in a knee-lengthed Maya blue flare gown, Eloise moved freely in the lightweight drapey dress, cap sleeves, and sweetheart neckline. She picked a black designer bag to go well with it after putting on a black heel and then turned to leave when she got a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
She took a step back and turned to the mirror; her lips parted, and her heart skipped so hard as she remembered who she was a few days ago, but this was her usual self staring back at her in the mirror. Not a lady with messy bun hair, not a lady with a pale face and pale lips, not a lady with a thinner frame in a baggy dress, but a gorgeous lady; she wore no makeup, yet she looked breathtaking. Her dress fit perfectly against her body, her hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, and tears welled up in
