Zee.
The back room was quieter — dimly lit and lined with mirrors, velvet curtains, and racks of glittering costumes.
Purple closed the door behind us, sealing me into a world I had no map for.
She turned to me and smiled. Not the condescending kind. Not the fake kind. It was... warm. Real.
“You ever danced in front of a mirror?” she asked.
I shook my head a 'no'.
“Ever danced for yourself?” she added, her voice softer now.
"No,” I said quietly. “Not really. I don’t even like watching myself move.”
Purple’s eyes softened. She didn’t pity me. She understood.
“Girl, you’re not alone. Most of us spend so much time shrinking, hiding in oversized clothes, folding our arms in photos, trying not to be too much. But in here?” She gestured around the room. “You get to be too much. That’s
