Zee.
Honestly, I don’t think there’s a word strong enough to describe the disbelief I felt when I saw Purple standing there in my living room.
She looked so—graceful, radiant, and like someone I didn’t quite recognize.
Her hair was styled in long, neat braids that framed her face so elegantly, and she wore a beautiful navy dress that hugged her curves like it had been sewn with her in mind.
It was a far cry from the shorts and crop tops she usually wore during our training sessions at the club. She didn’t just look different—she was different in that moment. Or maybe, I was just seeing her for the first time in full color.
That’s when it hit me. I had never even thought about her skin color while we were at the club. Never wondered where she was from or what her story was.
She was
